…When the glory day comes again…
To be reborn in the midst of Fog and Fire,
…And when the curse breaks, dead time,
so that the thorns of my soul, howl of sorrow, the forest,
Light piles of old thoughts,
Power, Prayers and Words forgotten today,
To return to the Realms again,
Where the ancient gods still shine…
At dawn, kindle your fire
Toward Heaven once again raise regret,
Slowly wait for the Court of Dnie….
Still remembering the Glory Time!
~~ I have seen the death of my Faith in my eyes
~~ I saw my brothers die…
~~ The rubble of my dreams and my home
~~ That's why now, out of regret…I'm on fire….
~~ But how I was standing – yes i stand !
~~ A windstorm,
~~ Will not destroy my great thoughts!
The Legend of the Oak by Spilled Blood,
On the Land of the Ancestors- come true……
Ślężańska song (a bear)
A frosty night among wolves,
hovering among their howls is a Song,
about the former Mountain-Being with Gods,
A hymn shed by tears and blood.
…in a bright shroud,the white of the snows,
among the fir trees it has come to rise again….
…forgotten ages ago,
sleeping among the curses - melt the ice…
Made of Fog and Fire again,
living hundreds of times…
still dying….
Mother gives you my Earth
Beloved Mountain still sleeping
among curses…
~~ And when the Powers of Days are completed
~~ And I will rise up in the summer,
~~ In the middle of the hearts of the Slavs
~~ I'll go all the way down,
~~ To be their Rock and Brother…
Richard Berlinski
Bojan's song
Hunger, air, fire, water
And any bad adventure
They will be back, who would be old
He spurned his fathers by faith!
Predatory animals to the barn
Black moire between the herds
They will come in ago, who would be old
He spurned his fathers by faith!
The disease will spread
And a hard bed in pains
I will bind it, who would be old
He spurned his fathers by faith!
And when it dies, handfuls of soil,
Where would he rest with his bones?,
Will not get, who would be old
He spurned his fathers by faith!
Marnie will die ! … Deploy the wind
His ashes all over the world –
Marnie will die, who would be old
He spurned his fathers by faith !
Bogunka na Gople, 1840 year.
Viktor Karol Lwowski
Battle landscape
This is the age-old struggle, the causes of which even the old do not know,
Wherever the eye can see, these armies compete.
Here the dike, laughing at the powerless joints, establishes its superiority,
It infuriates the water and ignites it even more.
There are sharp fields in the distance, are armed infantry in a lance of grain,
Further on, the river drags the mule of the captives to the prison at the bottom of the sea.
Here, a light ride of sharp grasses circles the marsh branch in the valley,
What blows in a frog's gills, because he knows he will die soon.
Rain is calling for help, but only the dew arrives,
But every drop of the sun's ray struck immediately dissolves.
On the side of the hill, a tangle of archers loomed crouching,
And the wind stretches the chords of their branches, would launch projectiles of seeds,
Which will support the earth with their growth, still sucking water from within,
That it would not accumulate any more, treacherously flooding the ford behind the chin.
Viktor Karol Lwowski
Sea and land
Elephant invaders on the padded backs of waves
LIKE HORNS OF BARBARIANS ROTTING DROPS OF ARROWS,
WHEN ONLY THE LADY THE WIND COMMANDS
AND IN THE STABILITY OF THE LAND TO BIT THE PENALTIES.
BUT THE DEFENDERS OF QUARTZ WILL KEEP FIXED POSITIONS
AND THE LINE OF SANDFINDINGS ARE EXPANDING THEIR AMBITIONS,
THEIR LIGHT COMMANDER DRIVES THE DEFENSE FROM ABOVE
AND MORALE INCREASES ITS RADIANT CROWN.
The sea attacks furiously,
BUT THE LAND IS DEFENDED BY FERRY.
THE LAND'S SUN SPEEDS UP!
BECAUSE JUST A DROP ALONE INTO THE DEPTH HITS,
RIPPING SAND CHICKS WITH A WATER ARMOR.
THE RAY KILLS HER!
THE SEA AND THE WIND SUPPORTS!
BECAUSE SALTY UNITS ON THE AIR BLOWERS,
THAT IN ARMORED STRANDS OF SANDY PRISONERS WILL BE TAKEN.
AND A DROP AT THE DUNING ARRIVES!
For centuries, these armies have stood against each other
EARS FEED AND DRINK WITH COMBAT SLOGGES,
CHIP GRIP SAND WALLS!
BREATHING TO WATER SPLINTS!
FOAM BANDS ON WAVES ARE STILL RUNNING AGAINST CLIPS,
THESE WATER LEGIONS WITH A WILD WANT TO FIGHT FOR THE BRAN,
And the sand behind the sharp quartz palisade, new dams are still being built,
TO HOLD THE INFLOWERS A POWERFUL ATTACK FOR GRACE DOESN'T APPLY!
BUT IN FIGHT, HIS STRONG CHANNELS WILL BE CLARLY BEARING,
AND A BOLD DROP DRIVES HEROESLY REFUSES.
THE WAY TO VICTORY, THE SALTY VICTIMS IS GENTLED,
THIS IS THE TALASSA AND TELLURAN SINGLE STILL RUNNING
DARK CLOUDS TENSE THE ARM CATAPULT HIGHLY,
FROM THEM THE ARMY OF GRAD TRZASKA FALLS, WHAT WILL BE DEFEATED.
THESE FROZEN TICES ARE THE SECRET WEAPON OF WATER,
HOW THE BALLS WILL SLEEP THE EARTHLY CIRCUITS,
THAT MEALS DON'T COME TO THE BIG DEFENSE SHOULDERS.
POSSIBLY STRENGTHENED BY VARIOUS ROOTS,
WHAT HOW WILL THE BUNKERS CONNECT WITH THE REINFORCEMENT OF THEIR SHOOTS,
I KNOW WHAT ELSE ELSE REMEMBER.
DAY AFTER NIGHT LEAVES THE ARMY FRONT WITH SACRIFICING CAPACITY.
THE SACRIFICE OF ITS CONTINUED TO MULTIPLE AND NAME SPACE BY CUT.
RIVER CANONADA SUPPORTS LAKES COLONIES OF INLAND BRANCHES.
WARRIOR Squadrons OF PROTECTION FRONT UNMATCHED CURRENT,
WHAT FLOWS FROM THE HEART OF THE ELEMENT,
AND GIVES THE STRENGTH OF THE ARMY, AND THIS ADVANTAGE WILL RECEIVE.
TO POSEJDON THERE WILL BE POWERFUL, PRAYERS RAISE,
SEA Hussars, roaring foamy feathers, look more frightening.
IN WATER CAVE PRISONERS THE PRISONERS OF THE COMMON MENISK TENSE,
BUT THEIR HARD IS DEMAND, AS THE COLUMNS DO NOT EVEN WALK.
THE LORD, THE WIND, MOZOLLY CRUSHING THE FORTRESS OF THE ROCKS,
AND THE STORM WAITING FOR A SIGN THEN UNDER THE COVER THE CLOUD RUNS,
AN AIR RAIN WHICH WILL BURN THE LAND WITH RAIN OF FENMERS,
THAT THAT POWERED THE POSITIONS OF HIS FALL OF KEEPERS.
A MAJOR WATERFALL WITH A BANG IN THE LAND THROAT FALLS,
THERE WILL BE FULLED BY THESE WORDS IN THE SLOTS:
PULL IT OUT, WHAT'S BETTER FOR SAND NATIONS!
THAT THE EARTH FALLS ON MY KNEES AGAIN BEFORE THE WATER!
MAKE YOUR MASTERY IN A WILD SEA HABIT,
WHAT THE WEAKER ANNOUNCES IN THE ALWAYS CONQUERED COUNTRY,
THIS IS THE HIGHEST GOAL OF WAR WATER,
IN FRONT OF, WHICH EARTH IS Erected by DUNGE OF CASTLE.
IN EXPECTATION FOR THE ATTACK, THE FOAM TEAM BLADES THEIR SWORDS,
THE PRIZE ON THE RETURN OF THE WAVES OF THE PRISONERS IN THE PASSENGER COAT.
BUT RETALIATION WILL BE PREPARED,
WHAT'S BLOOD FLOWS IN THE WATER SPACE UP TO THE THRESHOLDS.
VOLCANOES UNDERGROUND THE ATTACK IS PLANNING AGAIN,
THE MAGMA KNIGHTS CHARACTERS OF LAVA PRESENT,
TO STRIKE ON THE BACK,
AND THERE IS THERE TO COME WITH THE BORDER ARMY.
THE FLAG OF A LAND AMONG THE OCEAN OF THE SETTLEMENTS,
AND THIS SCRAP OF STEADY STILL MOVING WATER TO DRIVE,
THIS ISLAND OF TRIUMPH AMONG THICK FOAM,
WHAT'S HAPPENING ABOUT HER RIVER THE SNOWMAN,
THE PRIDE IS THE GREAT SUN WHAT HEATS IT,
AND SPREADS ITS ORDERS OF LIFE,
ILLUMINATED LAURAS WHERE IT IS WRONG TO REST A FLOWER,
BUT TO COME TO FIGHT AND PURPOSE MORALS WITH YOUR GROWTH!
OVER THE HORIZON OF THE MOUNTAINS OF THE ENEMIES.
THIS DOESN'T CAUSE SNOW UNITS, THAT THE GLACIER RISES
MAKE A COLD AREST OF SHARP PEAKS,
And so it stayed hidden in the rocks for ages!
LIQUIDITY IN CONSTANT ORDER CONTINUOUS STORM,
ETERNAL STRUGGLE IN NOMOS IS FOREIGNERS!
Jare gody
Worn out of sleep by Swarożyc's whisper,
Żercy sacrificed Marzanna.
The world showed sluggishly its faces,
To admire the morning dew.
Spring has arrived with a storm in the retinue,
Perun rebuked the sky with a thunderbolt,
And she covered the earth with living green,
And the rain did not forget to drink her.
Strzybóg chased away the dry and the old,
Revealed fresh, drove out the chill,
Like the mother of a child's dream, I dare,
He melted the ice with his warm breath.
The water swelled with new life,
Ms Mokosz is moist and fertile,
All nature is bold for mating,
This is the time, what hungry is hungry.
Days and nights will spare cruelly,
The sun and lunna are in a dispute over the authorities,
Until the summer of the quarrel is cut,
And the solstice will not enter into arbitrary.
It will boldly shine in our eyes
Joanna Gacparska
A voluptuous prayer to Lada
Lado, good lady,
He holds my hand,
Entwined with wreaths,
And in them a glass of wine,
Today I drink it with him,
Let it always be so,
Where will he take the step,
I want to go everywhere with him.
Come on, good Lado
Stay with him forever,
Create a consistent herd,
Blame yourself for nothing
Forever and everywhere,
May He be mine.
Lado, good lady
Let me follow him.
Prayer for the haircut
Ziemio, lend me strength,
I would create, existed and fought,
Fire-flaming, hot,
Let me have enough strength.
Give wind to my thoughts
The strength and speed of the storm,
They're out, give me a pure soul,
Whose fate bodes well.
I am asking you, great Gods,
Give me a worthy name,
Give strength and health,
Wisdom, which will not pass away.
I sacrifice my hair,
To change from a boy to a husband
I believe in the gods of my ancestors,
I want to live my life with dignity.
Kosopleciny
Ziemio, lend me strength,
That I could create and exist,
Fire-flaming, hot,
My days shine favorably.
Give me wind to my thoughts
The strength and speed of the storm,
They're out, give me a pure soul,
Whose fate bodes well.
I am asking you, great Gods,
Give me a worthy name,
Give strength and health,
Wisdom, which will not pass away.
Today they will braid my braids
And I'll put the wreath on my head,
I will transform into a woman,
I will start a new life today.
A voluptuous prayer to Swarog
Swaroż, these two people,
He wants to join his fates,
In sorrow, suffering, toil,
Until their time is up.
In happiness and all joy,
In all life turns,
They want to remain in common love
Their marital life.
Today, their swaddling takes place,
Connect Swarogu their fate,
Let them the star be happy
It shines for all times.
Let it be for the young,
Let joy in their guests souls,
Today is their wedding celebration,
A holiday of their great love.
Swarogu, give them patience,
Wisdom and understanding,
Let them keep their love,
Let them not be touched by suffering.
Lend them happiness, Swarog,
Follow straight paths,
Let each of the ancient Gods,
He gives them his favors.
Song about Kupala
Under an old oak tree, behind the village and the field,
A human cluster is gathering,
Sing, they dance and circle,
The pale face of the moon shines.
The boys, girls; fiery,
They dance with the dance of the flames,
Their hot heads will not be cooled by the wind,
They are too changed tonight.
She bought, She bought,
You won't fall asleep tonight,
She bought, She bought
Open your eyes wider.
She bought, She bought,
Open your eyes wider,
She bought, She bought,
Someone will charm you.
Miracles will be happening here soon,
The wreaths will flow onto the water,
Tear a fern flower, if you are audacious.
You will receive a beautiful prize.
They whirl in the dance, faster and more,
The heat burns the loins and the heart,
The lips are joining, hands join,
Another corner rises up the perch.
She bought, She bought….
The sky is splattered with stars today,
Moss in the forest dry and soft,
On this night, reality is confused with dreams,
The lyrics of the song get tangled.
So go boldly into the forest thicket,
Fire blesses you today,
the boy is lost, he will lose the girl
Before the dawn of heaven will bleed the heavens.
Oblivion
Mother Ziemio, how I miss your touch
Barefoot, my feet are shod,
The stones of the streets will eat my leads,
They will drown out the echo of the yearning cry.
The horn shattered – how perfect
A symbol of our futile bravery,
These are forgotten battles and victories,
No shine of glory.
We are covered in strange darkness
And they hurt our eyes
So, that they have lost their prophetic gift,
Who dies without freedom.
The gods turned their faces away,
Because we betrayed them and ourselves,
Looking for a god in a strange sky,
As they walked among us.
Song of the Sun's Rays
Come out of your doorstep – the night is dying out,
East – site of fire,
Stretch out your arms into the embers,
close your eyes, be close.
Go out to the meadows, the twilight fades away
The birds have opened their nests,
Faster! before the darkness falls asleep
Funeral the moon died.
Come out, because we won't let you sleep,
Firmaments are on fire,
Dew silver shrimps,
The walls of the night are collapsing.
Go out to the golden thing,
Touch the grass with your hand,
look – the sky is clear,
The sun casts a bloody glow.
The boundless sky opens up,
The sun has been rising for ages,
Light devours darkness,
Bow down to them man.
Song of Perunov
Pernie bright Lord of the darkness of times,
The face of the face illuminates the black expanse of the sky,
Pernie terrible, what from the thickets of forests
You cover with a tarry mantle on a hot day,
Lord of ancient powers I call upon you,
What0 Ian you overturn, to eat him in the wind,
You give a gesture, in the thick of the night
You hit the raging storm with your thunder.
You pinch him to the ground with a thunderbolt
And forest animals and twisted trees
You bend them down to the roots in prostration
In the crown of deathly pale lightning.
Ladies with bright and fiery eyes
Sword up and ax in hand
Lend us ancient and secret powers.
Let your shield protect us from enemies.
Lord of the Underworld
Veles arises from a golden throne,
He will come today from the heart of Nawia,
He will bring souls, which since death
The heat consumes wild longing.
They will come with a bird and the wind with a breeze,
By the fire they will soon be warm,
Let's celebrate Dziady with feasting and singing,
Before they are dispelled before dawn.
Shaggy Goat ! Horse Rider!
Devourer of the Dead, The protector of Żerce!
Come with the winds from the northern retreats,
Frost the hearts of the ungodly scoffers.
Guardian of Wisdom, Ruler of the Source of Life,
Lunar heroes of Troy,
Let the souls come out of hiding tonight,
For a cake and a luminous fire.
Mokosz
Rokosz, Mother, fertile with moisture,
Take me into your cool cuts tonight,
The winds make leaves bare trees.
They huddle in your womb to sleep.
You will lull, Mother, deep sorrow,
Who knocks my heart in my breast,
I look at the chained winter fields,-
Ice, something is crying in her sleep under the ice.
Enchanted sparks of faint green,
Half asleep and impatiently,
No flower stalks and no roots,
Warm and light so greedy.
I miss a warm spring like they do
When the fields are bright green,
The trees will wake up to grow into the sky
Ice cream turns into water.
Rokosz, open your thighs against the sun,
Let warm rays fertilize you,
Let your womb be hot like blood
He will awaken these fields like blood clotted.
The last Żerca
I still heard voices when I was a kid,
My little hands knew no stillness,
I joined my fate with fire and with water
And I wandered my reflexes among the starry.
Bor was spreading my green arms
And he gave a foretaste of the mystery –
Eternal and untamed nature
It pulses with wild blood in my artery.
As a young man, I traveled the roads,
From the mounds of my ancestors and from my brothers' huts –
To the temples, in which the old gods lived
Before the world betrayed them and lost them.
I taught faith and for the laws of respect,
And the world taught me humble gratitude,
In the image of a noble drink
He drank me from the goblet of age-old wisdom.
My age has drawn lines of concern
On my forehead, like on the bark of a tree,
I saw ! The fire consumed the sacred groves, villages
And the scream of the murdered pierced my guts.
I saw ! Streams fell like rain,
And I was destined to despair and anguish,
And helpless hands tremble with regret
When my eyes were tormented.
I will stay in the land of my destiny
After all, they did not take my faith from my heart,
Into the pyre of fire without fear or trembling
The last one will come, old priest – Žerca
Woman – Tree
Anywhere night, anywhere day,
He will find you on your journey,
You will be touched by my memories shadow
Is in luck, or in a bad moment.
Anywhere day, anywhere night
You will come to spend in the days to come,
Being awake or sleeping peacefully
You can feel my leafless fear.
I bend over your head
I love the contours of my face
I breathe and penetrate you
And I stand guard over your sleep.
I tremble yes, that my core is breaking in me,
Juices pulsate in the darkness of the body,
I swirl helplessly, motionless
'Cause I hear soft steps at dawn.
I will not tear you out of the womb of the earth
And the womb will not absorb you
My dumb voice will not reach You
Even if a flame burns in my heart.
What you dreamed of sleeping so close to me
I don't know and nobody knows
Though you spent the whole night with me,
You will forget about the Tree-Woman.
pack
A pack of wolves rushes through the frozen lake,
Gray bodies flex, golden eyes shine
And every now and then a shadow will throw among the herd,
He growled hollowly, with his fang, white ice will flow with blood.
Through the forest, through the snow, unknown backwoods,
A black wolf's chase rushes in the winter silence,
Among the tall pines, firs and stocky pine,
He rushes, he rushes blindly, from nozzle fatigue.
The herd stopped in the silver clearing,
It sat down and raised its brown heads up,
A hundred throats and a wolf's song began,
And the wind took her away and lifted her up to the clouds.
Blood ran through their veins, the longing call awoke,
A thirst for gore, in every wolf body,
Which the sound of a shot might cool,
If only there weren't so many shadows of wolves.
The song of death was carried through the wild woods,
Each of the forest creatures froze in motion,
Knowing, that the pack will shed blood this night
And that everyone will die, who will fall into its snares.
The moon paled, the crowd rushed forward
Tracking the animal's tracks with a damned snarl,
In a frenzy, which entices, loses and intoxicates
Which pushes you to murder, to death, to treason.
The wolves are chasing them, irresponsibly
Every winter night on the white carpet,
From their wolf beginnings, from the dawn of the world
And so everyone rushes, who is wild at heart.
Metaphoses
Do not look at my face tonight
Empty curiosity deceives you,
At random, ill appearance
You come to my windows again.
Don't try to touch my hands,
Do not seek their warm caress
And do not bow your temples towards them,
Before the sun shines golden.
Don't try to reach my mouth,
Although their softness attracts you so much,
You will find me cold, bad and empty
And you can't grab kisses.
Don't look for my eyes with your eyes
Even the longing of the bowels was excruciating
You won't see anything in them except darkness,
Reluctance and craving for the flesh.
The wilderness is calling tonight,
I will lengthen my face to a wolf's mouth
This call makes me tear off my dresses,
The blood that is restless more storms.
And my delicate hands,
Whose caresses you praise,
They will turn into animal claws
Hard and sharp, like steel.
Lips curl up in a furious grimace,
It will expose its fangs thirsty for meat,
A glow as white as a pale star
Willing to hurt, snatch and bite.
Come to me, when the night is over
When the matins of heaven a circle of gold,
I embrace you with my arms,
Full of trust and kindness.
But the blue moon rules this night,
And my body is poisoned by darkness,
We'll see you again at dawn,
If you don't fall prey to me.
Warrior's Prayer
What a fight it was! – The gods will be surprised,
When they look at the bloody battlefield,
No song of this battle of deeds will tell,
Only dead bodies everywhere, slippery from the gore.
The red fog blows over my eyes slowly,
But I am sure, that I bravely stood in line
The silence around me increases and nothing hurts,
Though I'll soon be in the Dead Shore.
I'm waiting for the eagles now – it should be so,
For the eagles to take the souls of the warriors,
The sun is already setting and it's getting cold,
The dead bodies lie in a picturesque formation.
Thank you, Mother – The moccasins are kind,
For that, that you gave birth to me and gave me strength,
The end is coming, bloody mist obscures his eyes,
In your womb-cradle today I will find a grave.
Thank you, Roda, senile silverbeard,
For that, that you have been lavish on me with wealth,
– I've always had enough land, air and water
You planted courage and fire in me.
Thank you Perun, for a good death in battle,
You lied to the filthy slanderers,
What they sipped me venom to the fame of the drink,
You punished them with a disgraceful death for this.
Take me home today, Navi Lord
Who taught me the words to enchant in a song,
Because before the rooster crows,
A spirit proud of my pierced breast disappears.
Shadow and Flame
Take me to strange and distant lands,
Where there is no despair, silence is the law,
Shelters for the wounded, dead and crippled,
For that, where the shapeless shadow meets the flame.
Take me back to the times, beings and worlds,
Where the void swirls, there are no memories,
Pain and no relief, profit, nor loss,
Leave me alone and don't come back for me.
Let me stay there and never call upon me,
Because I am looking for a break and I am looking for the Abyss,
I am fooled by artificial havens by a false vision,
That I could confuse my illusions with dreams.
Don't follow me! Stop at the very end,
It is not a fate for you, even if you want it,
You are not of the Crippled Outcast tribe,
You must follow other paths.
I will stay here, like an eternal stone,
The Land will accept me, her soil will consume me,
In her, the heart will crumble and finally break,
And I will become a shadow absorbed by the flame.
Angel parody
At the gates of the black Abyss, on guard,
They are eternally enchanted in the penumbra,
Each of them has on each arm,
Night wing woven mirages.
They rule the darkness and the vastness of the water,
They crave people and storm with sails,
When their eyes burn with sparks,
They look away the god and the devil.
I know, that they are shrouded in darkness somewhere,
I hear their deaf whispers at night,
Sometimes they flash a silvery shard,
Their white bodies, not covered enough.
Their hands, however, are the most terrible,
When you know, that with such hands,
Death is easily confused with dreams,
Once you feel their touch – not more!
When they lead you to the Abyss,
Mysterious, monstrous and beautiful,
I will kneel before the throne of Swarog,
– To protect you from the angels.
Baltis
I remember cool green, sparkle under the eyelids,
When I opened my eyes and I remember the silence,
Somewhere above me, high up the wind danced with the waves,
But his songs I couldn't hear.
Tiny fish with tiny mouths,
They were still nudging me with trusting curiosity,
When I decorated my face with silver scales,
I combed my hair with a snow-white bone.
I learned the secret of the secret depth,
Through millions of shades of green
Until the deepest seas of chasms,
Where there was nothing but cold and shadows.
The God King of the Sea has caught me in his arms,
He pressed his face against my hair with waves,
He bound me with the power of his spell,
He waited for eternity, to find me.
He caressed me wildly, like underwater currents,
The flame burned in his amber eyes,
Old and beautiful, the ancient and wise,
As he led me to his royal alcove.
I was drowning in his greedy embrace
He was taking me, when he wanted to, and he always wanted me
Then he rocked until he fell asleep,
A love magician in an underwater theater.
And when he has already satisfied his desires,
He rested beside him in the green abyss,
Though his body knew no weariness
He shared his longings and dreams with me.
I left, I didn't want to stay safe,
By his side in the bottomless abyss
But from hard lands I will miss you forever,
Because I'm in it, and Baltis is in me.
Dziadyow Wonderland
for grandfather Janusz
Dziady in a quiet half-forest, on the outskirts of the city,
And our circle is incomplete, as if open,
Someone's absence, the pain in the hearts increases…
One step is enough to collapse the depths of despair.
Regret squeezes our throats with hot tears,
The cake offering cools down in trembling hands,
And each of us communicates silently with ghosts,
And everyone by the fire, as if he was kneeling next to a child.
The old song carries us to strange lands,
We stand scared, full of uncertainty,
At which of the worlds we look through our tears
As we wait for the invisible guests to come.
And we remain silent in the heat of the fire,
Who with his flame, flashes its teeth like a wolf,
Someone looks at everything with hungry eyes,
Because he has never seen Dziady's freaks.
Distinguished guests from a faraway land,
The faces were covered with sadness and reflection
Blue smoke swirls around their figures,
The pale moonlight shines through the trees.
A lot of us, but it seems more in the twilight
There is a distant shadow next to each of us,
Only tonight, maybe by our side –
– to stand, for he has a dream forever.
Miracles After Twilight
It's already nightfall, flowers hid their heads
In the wild gardens, bird cherry revels,
The sky was influenced by a lunar sailor,
As the last bird flashed over the orchards.
It's already nightfall, the green line darkened,
And darkness floods the fields and valleys,
The wind lulled the proud trees of the crown
At the bottom of the secret, ghostly basin.
Fairies on wings wrinkled with sleepiness
With matted hair, full of dry leaves
They play dice with the carcass of the rook
And they sip nectar straight from the grape bunches.
From the lakes, from the joints, on the surface of the pane
The tangles of young seaweed ran off
– Fairy hair, each of which will leave,
If a human foot hears on the bridge.
Blue flames, like weak candles
A ghostly glow enveloped the marshes-
There, the souls of the dead stretch out their hands,
Condemned Marys dance over the swamp.
If you could feel it, see and hear
You would know, that magic walks through our world,
But you immerse yourself in soulless silence
And your eyes are closed to all miracles.
At three o'clock in the morning
Ascend the North Star to the cloudless sky,
To be the sun's ray on the first spring day,
Do not know, not to think or feel anything,
Softly melt into sleepless nonexistence.
To be a gust of wind among the mountain peaks,
Sand under the pilgrim's eyelids,
Free yourself from pain, longing, delight,
Fall into oblivion, like a wild river flow.
Firmly root into the ground with the roots of the tree
And not to feel the powerlessness enchanted in existence,
Whose touch of death still vanishes,
And life still crushes in the vice of suffering.
Kill your loneliness with the taste of wormwood
A sick body subject to time and lust,
Deny dogmas and the laws of reason,
Give up hopes, who still wander in the dark.
These thoughts torment us during the night hours
A warm and bright day often turns into nothingness,
But life with the delight of hard necks bends
And it turns false sighs into truth.
Lech, Czech i Rus
Once upon a time, impenetrable forests grew here,
The heart of this earth was beating among the roots,
And the wind and the rain wrote the history
A wild land on the faces of the stones.
There used to be dark pools here
The wild animal did not know what to trap, what snares
And only lightning lit the fires
And only the birds could hear the screams.
He awakened this forest from a hundred-year-old sleep
Some sudden movement and unknown voices,
It penetrated the heart of the shadow forest
A large group of fawn people.
The birds full of the canopy trees fell silent,
A wild beast lurked in the darkness
Though it was the first time he came here
A leather-clad man with a proud gaze.
The country was not afraid of them, wild and unknown
The enemy was not afraid of them, beast and battle wounds
The night was terrible, battle cry at dawn,
That's how they took death, how others take their lives.
In the morning light, the shields gleamed golden in the sun
Their spearheads aimed skyward
These people came from a far country,
He has traversed many wilderness and steppes.
They led their warriors there, where new lands
Three proud brothers, tribal chiefs;
Lech is golden-haired and hard as flint,
He knew no fear, no taste of doubt.
Czech, about laughing lips and eyes
Whose passion was hunting-
He chased an animal day and night
He was also very willing to love.
Rus, on the other hand, was silent, he always weighed his words
Before he said anything, he was lost in thought,
But even the elders of the council his speech
She was helpful in all distress.
The three brothers of the warriors sent to a far country
They took the belongings, women and children
They set off through the mountains, valleys and rivers,
Wherever their dear golden Swaróg shone.
All the Faces of Mokotów
Mokoszy blessed
A burden of grains and berries,
We came out of your womb,
The golden Swaróg got them pregnant.
Mokosza, Mother gracious,
You give us food and life
Daily nourishment from you
Our hiding place is in you.
Mocha mothers gentle,
You forgive our sins
Powerful, eternal and fertile
Green-eyed Goddess.
Mokosza, mother hurt
We will offer you generous gifts,
We came out of your womb
We will return there after we die.
Kupalnocka
Today is a fire festival, water,
Today is the celebration of the Sun God,
Twilight will begin the young mating season,
Before the day is over.
Stand up, sisters, brothers in a circle,
Raise up your horns,
Your roles will get confused today,
Today your paths will join.
Look for your hands,
May fire bless you,
Let his temple bow down to the temple,
When the flame blows up.
Let's be happy together today,
Let everyone dance, sing,
Let us warm ourselves by the fire
And let's go among the trees.
Because as the old times say,
This custom has been around for years;
Go to the woods in Kupalnocka,
Find the Perunic Flower.
Everything is allowed in Kupalnocka,
Today is dancing, sing, he drinks,
While there's a fire in the night,
You love today, you are alive today!
For my mother
I want to go with you to the end of the world,
Hide you, when you want to hide,
Pay the horses mane with you,
Pluck fruit from the orchards of life.
I want fate to touch you, caressed,
And blessed him,
I by stare, strange songs
They kept calling you into the unknown.
I want you still with me
In happiness, laughter and distress,
Stay with you without unnecessary words,
Join you in silence.
I can take any gesture of dislike
A stream of words and a flicker of fear,
As long as fate spares you,
As long as gods keep you.
My mother, comrade
My longings, my aspirations,
But I will tell you everything,
I will bind my strange fate with you.
You know what dreams in my soul,
What bothers me, what is dreaming,
You break a stone from my heart,
After all, I am of your blood.
A time of fear
When the bells ring the alarm,
Infinite time will run out,
Earthly thrones will fall to dust,
When the time is terrible.
The old gods will come back to us,
They will pass other worlds thresholds,
They will trample the cross, what people are hostile to,
He has led to execution for centuries.
The world will run a tremor spasm,
The waters of the seas will boil,
By a cursed human tribe,
Despair and pestilence will fall.
Humanity is marked by a flaw,
The foreign god of the followers betrays,
His power falls to the dust,
Rebellion is raised by free peoples.
The husk of the illusion fell from his eyes
As for a coffin of lump earth,
They fall in red lumps,
Burying faith and hope.
The wind of history blows in our face,
Until the blood spills out,
The old days will not pass away,
The time for joy will not come.
The Ratcatcher's Song
The world lurked out there somewhere,
And the city remains unchanged, still continues
Something tells us to leave our most dear huts,
When the Ratcatcher plays its wild song.
The pageant after the song meanders like a snake,
And the boys at the head cut the storm leaves,
Girls in blue dresses are shining,
The youths drink wine from jugs.
And their chatter and scream left the city
The inhabitants were surprised by the unnoticed emptiness,
Until the slight whisper of fear turned into a roar,
When the silence took their mind and breath.
The girls are gone, adolescents and dogs,
Look for your own glory days and cities
And only the lilac branch is shaking and trembling,
When too young birds slip out of the nests.
Too early, too fast, their time has not come
The ratcatcher played mirages in his songs
And they will turn their bright heads more than once –
– Towards the city, when their rage is the first to pass.
Too late! The ratcatcher leads them without words
The song touches the heart and pulls them away,
Although they know , there is no dream city there,
That for them only wandering and regret.
And the cats by the stoves stayed and dreamed,
About battlefields blanketed by smoke
And the inhabitants sleep instead, trembling in their dreams,
Lest wild songs be dreamed of them.
Feast of Jare
Today is the day of St. John's holiday,
Praise Mokosz – Mother Earth,
To be soaked with moisture
She carried the burden of the fruit.
Praise the sun, the smell of earth,
Which spring brings with it,
Let them with miracles
It will bring an end to the cold winter.
The sacred fire heats the earth,
By setting a clear example for the Sun.,
What is dormant among the winter clouds,
That it would finally awaken its power.
Let the fields turn green,
Let them be covered with colorful flowers,
Let the waters sparkle with gold,
Whispering a silent song about summer.
Let strong children be born,
Let the young people get together in pairs,
Let our voice to the Gods fly,
Let there be faith in hearts.
Spring in a gentle breeze
He walks towards us in the white of flowers,
To leave us in amazement,
That we have a miracle at our feet.
Key of the Wild Goose
In a dream, I stretch my arms out
Like long and white wings,
And I am already dying from exhaustion,
The wind tugs at the numb body.
And I feel cool feathers
Gray clouds on my face
I whirl and fall into the brightness,
Although I have to fly in the rear guard.
The darkness wraps around my neck,
It sucks the breath out of your chest
And my heart beats hard,
And a crack is still growing on it.
The eyes are already blurred
Weariness, dark skies
And closeness around white bodies,
In the dark, which frightens me.
The lights of the city shine below us
The night passed impatiently,
But the fatigue is increasing
And a cry breaks out of my chest.
A string of geese over my house
He flew by screaming at dusk,
Although they are wild and fearful,
They come back again, Like every year.
Paulina Deregowska
-***-
The day does not stand up without the day
Minutes without context
Blind man – endowed with sleep
The dead do not know the time
The moment dies without a name
Names – forgotten
Being is only through identity
Man by man
Freedom for understanding
Faith – ago, who is looking for her
-***-
Like a bird in the sky
Seemingly free
To reign does not think over the elements
Wind-blown
It glides to its destination
As with its strength as the wind
You took me
Like a fire in the house
Cleverly closed
It cannot be satisfied with slavery
Burning with longing
He eats what they give
You keep me warm by burning from the inside
Like a disordered bird
Jak looking for polano
I cannot tame wind or fire
Powerless in silence
Barren in the cold
I am the one who defines both of us
Naively
Dark roads lead us
The black tunnel leads into the distance
The cold earth is good for your hands
Bad signpost – no others
They are surrounded by a terrible vision
We dream quietly over and over again
That this tunnel and the dream are strange
It is not the real world
You have to wake up hard
Come out of the burial mound into a bright glow
To dream of the real roads
When it's time to go to sleep
Prayer
Steady hands, sharp swords in them
They are the strength of God,
Faithful wives and their fertile wombs
They are the strength of God,
The wisdom of old and growing children
They are the strength of God,
Sincere work and courageous thoughts
They are the strength of God,
People's unity and sacred borders
They are the strength of God,
Room, war, death and rebirth
They are the strength of God,
Cleanliness, truth and word memory
They are the strength of God,
God sees his power in four faces,
He can see her many heads and hands,
God sees old worthy altars,
He sees, that his power will endure forever.
Kupała Night
For fire and water:
(releasing fire wreaths)
Water, take the fire away,
Burn the holy fire, pal!
The fruits of the earth,
The power of water,
Fire power –
It will be muggy,
It will be noisy –
Still a young night!
Hot in the temples,
Rape in mind, –
Do not quench your thirst,
Wash the shame off your bodies!
Clean the water, protect the night!
Combine fire and water, connect!
Bohdan Ihorantonycz
Green Faith
PLANT GREEN DAY, ANIMALS
CONFIDENCE IN MY CONFIDENCE,
IN THE RELIGION OF THIS SPRING NIGHT,
WHEN THE PRAMOCS ARE IN SEPTEMBER
AND STILL CHANGING IN ETERNAL CHANGE.
(IN RELIGION, THE HEAT OF THE BREATHING NIGHT,
WHEN STORMING PLANTS ARE BOUGHT.)
GREEN GOD OF GROWTH
TO ASH I WILL GRIND MY BONES,
THAT IT WILL GROW UP, KEEP BOILING
GREEN HERBS DRINK BODY.
WHO ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU BITTING THE RUBBERS,
CLEAN WITH FIRE, GOD, A BIRD, STORM?
Slavic Poetry
