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      Jan KochanowskiLamentsLament XVIItłum. Dorothea Prall

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      God hath laid his hand on me:

      He hath taken all my glee,

      And my spirit's emptied cup

      Soon must give its life-blood up.

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      If the sun doth wake and rise,

      If it sink in gilded skies,

      All alike my heart doth ache,

      Comfort it can never take.

      From my eyelids there do flow

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      Tears, and I must weep e'en so

      Ever, ever. Lord of Light,

      Who can hide him from thy sight!

      Though we shun the stormy sea,

      Though from war's affray we flee,

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      Yet misfortune shows her face

      Howsoe'er concealed our place.

      Mine a life so far from fame

      Few there were could know my name;

      Evil hap and jealousy

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      Had no way of harming me.

      But the Lord, who doth disdain

      Flimsy safeguards raised by man,

      Struck a blow more swift and sure

      In that I was more secure.

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      Poor philosophy, so late

      Of its power wont to prate,

      Showeth its incompetence

      Now that joy proceedeth hence.

      Sometimes still it strives to prove

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      Heavy care it can remove;

      But its little weight doth fail

      To raise sorrow in the scale.

      Idle is the foolish claim

      Harm can have another name:

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      He who laughs when he is sad,

      I should say was only mad.

      Him who tries to prove our tears

      Trifles, I will lend mine ears;

      But my sorrow he thereby

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      Doth not check, but magnify.

      Choice I have none, I must needs

      Weep if all my spirit bleeds.

      Calling it a graceless part

      Only stabs anew my heart.

      45

      All such medicine, dear Lord,

      Is another, sharper sword.

      Who my healing would insure

      Will seek out a gentler cure.

      Let my tears prolong their flow.

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      Wisdom, I most truly know,

      Hath no power to console:

      Only God can make me whole.

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