„Samotność – cóż po ludziach, czym śpiewak dla ludzi?
Gdzie człowiek, co z mej pieśni całą myśl wysłucha,
Obejmie okiem wszystkie promienie jej ducha?
Nieszczęsny, kto dla ludzi głos i język trudzi:
Język kłamie głosowi, a głos myślom kłamie;
Myśl z duszy leci bystro, nim się w słowach złamie,
A słowa myśl pochłoną i tak drżą nad myślą,
Jak ziemia nad połkniętą, niewidzialną rzeką.
Z drżenia ziemi czyż ludzie głąb nurtów dociek,
Gdzie pędzi, czy się domyślą?”
Adam Mickiewicz – „Dziady” czesc II – ImprowizacjaMy own translation:
“Loneliness – damn the people – what’s a singer for crowd
Where’s a soul able my song apprehend
And see what I see from an end to the end
Doomed who for commons try to be a bard.
Tounge lies to the voice, sound distorts the thoughts,
The mind goes up high, till by words is broken
And lines of them try the mind to behold
Shaking like a mountain, through which river flows
Unseen and unspoken
And for people, the truth doesn’t unfold
They never ever guess where it goes.”
Greatest Polish Romantic Epopeia „Forefathers Eve” – part II – Improvisation
I don’t deserve
You
Neither your love
Not your attention
I can earn your friendship
I already have
But that’s different
Kettle of tea
As the English
Say
You don’t belong
To me
Neither your time
Nor your body
I haven’t worked
For You
18 hours a day
At least
And Everyday
I haven’t suspended
My dreams
To secure
Yours
And I haven’t
Suffered
Boredom and frustration
And pain
In order only
For your
Hapiness
I haven’t hold
You
When you felt pain
And frustration
Or suffered
Your anger
As mine
It’s not like
I’m not
Capable of
Such sacrifice
I have done
That
A lot
But not
For You
In fact
When I did
These acts
Of true love
And behaved
Like a man
She said
I wasn’t enough
And chose
A boy above me
And a dog
Still I don’t deserve
What’s not mine
It’s not like
I’m void
Of desire
But You see
That world
Is full of men
Who exploit other people
And call it
Hard work
Who steal
Somebody’s
Hard-worked money
And call it business
Who use
Innocent children
For their schemes
And call it
Education
Or patriotism
Who lie
in order
to get laid
And call it
Poetry
…
I am
Not a thief
Not an alpha male
Not a guru
But not a saint either
I’m just a humble
Poet
Who’s already had
Half a century
To put things
Into place
And never did
That’s why
I don’t deserve
You.
The music for today – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDUptOux5v4