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      Jan KochanowskiLamentsLament Xtłum. Dorothea Prall


      My dear delight, my Ursula, and where

      Art thou departed, to what land, what sphere?

      High o'er the heavens wert thou borne, to stand

      One little cherub midst the cherub band?


      Or dost thou laugh in Paradise, or now

      Upon the Islands of the Blest art thou?

      Or in his ferry o'er the gloomy water

      Does Charon[1] bear thee onward, little daughter?

      And having drunken of forgetfulness


      Art thou unwitting of my sore distress?

      Or, casting off thy human, maiden veil,

      Art thou enfeathered in some nightingale?

      Or in grim Purgatory must thou stay

      Until some tiniest stain be washed away?


      Or hast returned again to where thou wert

      Ere thou wast born to bring me heavy hurt?

      Where'er thou art, ah! pity, comfort me;

      And if not in thine own entirety,

      Yet come before mine eyes a moment's space


      In some sweet dream that shadoweth thy grace.



      Charon — a figure from Greek mythology who ferried the souls of the dead to the underworld. [przypis edytorski]

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