Translation:Baltic to Tatras, sonnets / I. The Sigh of the Baltic
I.
The Sigh of the Baltic
When sad like a homesickness, volatile like a dreams
From amber coasts winds will fly to you
And will crash with a groan of rocky Tatras
Will you recognize in them our sighs for you?
When somewhere from the dark spruce a little bird chirp
Let in his complaint our homesickness will come to you:
When the streams [1] three-days' drizzly weather floods you
You know that it's for you shed our tears!
To us: or sandy whirlwind [2] the gale sweeping into eyes [3]
Or the sky clouding with ill-omened cloud
Or balsamic smell from meadows blows flowers towards us
Or storm down to the bottom of bottomlesses stop [...] by the sea: [4]
All reminds us; all, that on the world
The first of the men was Adam – the first of the flowers [was] Rose.