Kazimierz Przerwa-Tetmajer

“ Ho! ne'er let me meet my doom
Down within the lea;
Nor may I find on earth a tomb,
Death's laughing-stock to be.
On the granite I would find
Rest, where rocks are still;
Cradled by the weeping wind
I would sleep my fill.
May the gloomy pine-trees sigh,
Verdant branches swaying;
Clouds in clusters hover nigh,
A rainbow crown displaying.
There the mighty eagles soar
Loudly onwards sweeping;
From the granite gates there pour
Mighty waters weeping.
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“ Softly, softly, let us wake not streams that in the valley sleep,
Let us with the wind dance gently o'er the spaces wide and deep.
Let us like a mighty garland round the moon ourselves entwine,
That our bodies, filled with radiance, in a rainbow-hue may shine. ”

“ And drive away from me the faces mean and foul,
Nirvana!
Destroy the altars and the man-made gods that prowl,
Nirvana!
Strong men’s lives and weaklings’ deaths: may these oppressions cease,
Nirvana!
And May the vacant stares of desperation vanish please,
Nirvana!
Let the depths of woe and pain upon my bosom die,
Nirvana!
Thy kingdom come on Earth and so in Heaven high,
Nirvana! ”