Loreva

My Little Song (II)

For the country dear where but a crumb of bread
Up from the ground with reverence we heave,
Adoring thus the Boon by Heaven spread...
O Lord I grieve...

And for the land where storks nests to destroy
As a serious misdeed we do perceive,
For they provide us all with mirth and joy...
O Lord I grieve...

And for the country where each greeting nod
Is dear to Him in whom we do believe,
For meeting friends we say: «Praise be to God»...
O Lord I grieve...

But there is also something else I miss,
That’s something different, equally naive;
Though I have no idea where that is...
O Lord I grieve...

And for the griefless time of thoughtlessness,
For those who never fancy to deceive,
And take each no for no and yes for yes...
O Lord I grieve...

And now who cares for me and for my woe
That even time so long may not relieve?
Not for my friendship, but it must be so...
O Lord I grieve...1

The original has: „I tak być musi, choć się tak nie stanie/Przyjaźni mojéj”. The relation of the „friendship” to the rest of the stanza is equally unclear as in this my rendering of it. [przypis redakcyjny] ↩