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Bramy raju

Ворота рая

Nie na siedem pieczęci brylantowych
W Boży Raj zamknięto wieczne drzwi,
One nie wabią blaskiem pokus nowych,
Omijają także ludzkie sny.

To drzwi w ścianie, od dawna porzuconej,
Którą nadgryzł swoim zębem czas,
Obok - nędzarz, jegomość nieproszony
I pęk kluczy zdobi jego pas.

Jadą hufce rycerstwa wspaniałego,
Jęk bojowych surm i srebra brzęk
I nikt przy tym nie widzi odźwiernego,
On, Apostoł Piotr nie wzbudza lęk.

Wszyscy marzą: „Gdzie kryje się Grób Boży,
Drzwi do raju powitają nas
Gdzie zaś góruje Tabor, u podnóży
Dźwięczeć będzie obiecany czas".

Tak przechodzi maszkaron spowolniony,
Wyje i jazgocze dźwięczny róg,
Piotr Apostoł w łachmany obleczony
Niczym żebrak na rozstaju dróg.

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The one, who lies in a grave, / Hears wondrous jingling / And can feel the scent / Of the whitest lily. / / The one, who lies in a grave / Sees the light eternal, / Angels’ snow-white shade, / Their feathers’ murmur. / / There, you are dying / And your hands are c...

Remember the palace of giants…

Remember the palace of giants, / The pool, full of silvery fish, / Alleys of planes, the highest, / And keeps made of huge stone bricks; / / As my golden horse at the towers / Was prancing, so proud and strong, / And gems decorated his harness / In patterns of delicate work. / / ...

The ship

"What d' you see in my eyes, slightly sparkling, / In my look, hazed with opaque mist?" / "There I saw the sea's deepest darkness / With a big sunken beautiful ship. / / That fine ship... More glorious and braver / None had seen over deep of the sea. / Its high masts under windbreath ...

A fragment of «Tale of Kings»

Once a dark horseman oh a black horse came / He was clad in a black velvet cloak, full of pride. / And his look was so dreadful, as a town aflame, / And so glaring as a flash in the night. / / Curly hair upon shoulders like serpents did twist, / And his voice was a song of the earth and...


Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad, / And hands are especially thin and the hair if up fluff. / Hey, listen, as far as in Africa, down at lake Chad / Is walking a graceful Giraffe. / / He's owing that elegance, slender and languor he is, / Such beautiful patterns are sh...

The Gates of Paradise

There are no seven diamond seals to close / the eternal gates of God's great paradise / it has no tempting charms, no beckoning glow / and to the people remains unrecognized. / / a doorway in a wall long since forsaken / a mass of stones and moss and nothing more. / nearby, a beggar, ...