My Credo! pg. 28

My Credo

Before that youth of ours, that gold, passes

And autumn arises in the depths of [our] hearts

Then happiness[1] pales- and perishes

Before the dawning of that bright morning light vanishes

Destined for the waves, we sail down into the mist

Wrapped in the charm of poetry and glory

May our world water us with purest harmony

Before our spell gives us its dregs

Oh, we delude ourselves, delude- Oh, we dream without end

            Our enchanting springtime dream

Oh, we sail to the land of dreams, towards the light, to the sun

Above the grey world we make contact with this one

To stretch out to us[2] hands[3] to the beautiful, to happiness[4]

And to drink a drop of nectar

Before autumn wraps us in cold, tearful fog

And to dream- and to love- and to live

A Souvenir

You are far away and I am- I wander [through] the day- having conquered[5] my gaze

Yours, psalter-like, then poured itself out familiar thoughts

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[1] Or “good fortune”

[2] Sic for “our”?

[3] Literally “palms”

[4] Or “good fortune”

[5] The words translated as “having conquered” and “poured out” are spelled more like Czech than Polish. The ending of the word translated as “having conquered” is also more Czech than Polish. The word translated as “I am” is similarly more Czech than Polish.