• Язык:
    Польский (Polska)



Otulona popiołową szatą,
Czuła, blada, w oczach tkliwy blask.
Wcześniej ukazywał cię nie taką
Skowyt fanfar i bitewny wrzask.

Wyglądałaś na złocisto-pijaną,
Obnażając roziskrzoną pierś.
Otulona mglisto-krwawą pianą
Pod niebiosa wszystkich chciałaś wznieść.

Jak strzegącej boskich praw Astrei
Przenikliwy był twój dziwny wzrok,
Szybciej mknęła krew siecią arterii,
Mocy nabierały mięśnie rąk.

Choć ty niegdyś całkiem inna byłaś,
Echem marzeń rozpoznaję cię.
Ty do raju pieśnią mnie wabiłaś,
Wiem, że kiedyś tam spotkamy się.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Руперт Мортон
  • St. Sol
  • Венгерский
    Иштван Бака

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I and You

Yes, I come from another country, / To your world I can never belong. / Tinkling guitars cannot please me, / I want a wild desolate song. / / I do not read my verses in drawing-rooms / To black-coats and dresses like shrouds. / I read my verses to dragons, / To the waterfalls and to...


Today I saw the strangest dream, / I dreamed I sparkled in the sky: / But life, the grim Madame, / Had cast bad fate my way. / / I’d been changed into a jaguar, / I burned with mad desires, / My heart flamed dreadful fire, / My muscles shook and shuddered. / / And in a de...


Today I see your gaze is especially sad, / And your hands embracing your knees, especially thin. / Listen: far, far away on Lake Chad* / A slender giraffe is grazing. / / Bestowed with the luxury of harmonious grace, / Its skin is decorated in patterns, so magical / That only the shad...

Lake Chad

On mysterious Lake Chad / Among the ancient baobabs / Guided by majestic Arabs / The carved-out feluccas scud / Among the trees along the banks / And from foothills spread with green, / To terrible gods, the maidens chant, / Priestesses with ebony skin. / / I was the wife of a mig...

The Tale of the Kings

"We are the splendid and strong, / Youthful kings, who glide, / Like clouds high in the sky, / Above the mirage of the lands. / / With eternal songs and dances / We erect a new temple. / Let us be drunk with the purple / That surely will stream from its windows. / / A window to...


In barren halls and secluded corridors / Today merry maskers were amassing, / Today in parlors, variegated colors / Like mad whirlwinds, swept through, dancing. / / They snaked about beneath dragons and moons, / Chinese vases were tossed among them, / Torches flamed and lutes strings ...