• Язык:
    Литовский (Lietuviškai)
  • Шяурес Атеней. – Виильнюс, 2011. № 16 (1034). – С. 7.

Agamemnono karys

Воин Агамемнона

Klausti ðirdis niekada nepaliaus:
    Kaip að gyventi galiu
Amþiams netekæs Atrido kilnaus,
    Mirusio guoly gëliø?

Tai, kà sapnavom ir mëgom jauni,
    Viskas, ko troðko dvasia,
Atsispindëjo tyram vandeny —
    Jo ramiose akyse.

Buvo valdovas Mikënø tauriø
    Lyg debesis nuostabus:
Raumenys — siaubas sveèiøjø kariø,
    Álinkis keliø — ðvelnus.

Kas að? Strëlës pamestos smaigalys,
    Atgarsis ginèø senø.
Mirë tautø iðdidusis vedlys,
    Að gi — tebegyvenu.

Kvieèia skaidriø eþerø giluma,
    Priekaiðtu smelkia auðra...
Likt be karaliaus — nepakeliama
    Karþygiui gëda yra!

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