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Mądry czart

Умный дьявол

 Mój mądry Czart, kumpel oddany,
Wyśpiewał mi w piosence to:
„Marynarz nocą mijał skały,
A nastał świt, poszedł na dno.

Wokół piętrzyły fale-ściany,
Spadały i wznosiły znów,
Przed nim zaś szła, bielsza od piany,
Miłość, której nie trzeba słów.

On słyszał zew, kiedy tam pływał:
„O, wierz mi, nie zawiodę cię”...
Jednakże zważ - Czart upominał -
On skoro świt spoczął na dnie”.

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Among Gypsies

Heavily he swayed as if he were drugged, / Teeth flashing beneath the fierce moustache, / Dressed in scarlet, he seemed half-crazed, / With braids of entwined gold sash. / / An instrument’s string... a throaty scream... and suddenly / Sweetness moaned through my blood, / How wil...

The Drunk Dervish

Nightingales in the cypresses, a moon on the lake, / Black stone, white stone, much wine I have drunk. / The bottle singing loud in my heart says now: / The world’s the light in a friend’s face, all else shadow! / / I am smitten by the wine server, not today, not yesterday. / ...


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Star Terror

It was a night of gold, / A night of gold, but moonless, / He ran across the plain, / Fell to his knees, reared up, / Rushed about like a gunshot hare, / And hot tears streamed down / His pitted furrowed cheeks / Into his old man’s billy-goat beard. / Behind him ran his childre...

Anna Comnena

Nervousness lurks in the strange dark, / The emperor’s daughter neglects the court, / She gazes out on the Bosporus fleet / Where it dimly rides the turbulent tide. / / Into the safe and sheltering bay, / The graceful pride of ship prows glide. / But she lowers her gaze, like a ...