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Slunce ducha

Солнце духа

Jak mohli jsme dřív tak pokojně žiti,
nečekat radostí, nečekat běd,
po ohnivém boji už netoužit skrytě

a vítězům slávy nezávidět.

Jak mohli jsme... není však ještě pozdě,

k nám slunce ducha se naklonilo,

nám slunce ducha laskavé, hrozné

celá nebesa ozářilo.

Rozkvete duch jak růží keř v máji,
jak živý oheň rozrazí tmu,
tělo, jež nechápe skrytého taje,

slepě se znova podřídí mu.

V divokém kouzlu stepí a dolin

i v tichém tajemství lesů a hor

nic není těžkého pro lidskou vůli,

pro lidskou duši nic mučivého.

Cítím, že brzy podzim už bude,

skončí se práce slunečních dní,

se stromů ducha zčesají lidé

dozrálé plody poslední.

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