Karol Szymanowski

“ Does she intoxicate your pure soul with peerless caresses,
Keeps she the troubling secret in her veil?
You speak to me ... The words, like from a blossoming flower,
Fly from your mouth towards the light of day. ”

“ Dont les yeux sont les reflets de célestes images
Et les astres irisés trempés dans la fange.
Ton amour est payé de sous ... et ton âme,
Esclave radieuse dont j'ignore le prix,
Tandis que ton petit corps frêle se pâme –
Insouciante et chaste, sourit.
Vers quel Diex inconnu s'envole ton sourire?
Pour qui la flamme secrète de tes divines ardeurs?
Les cieux sont muets et tristes à mourir ... ”

“ Four poems for Boris Kochno In translation Ganymede (1919)
Petit garçon – Your mysterious savage glance
Takes off into the infinite. – Little angel
Whose eyes are the reflection of heavenly figures
And irised stars soaked in mud.
Your love is bought with pocket change ... and your soul,
Radiant slave whose price I know not,
While your little tender body swoons –
Carefree and chaste, smiles.
Towards which unknown God flies your smile?
For whom the secret flame of your divine ardors?
The skies are mute and deathly sad ... ”