Poetry

January 6 – Longing for the Heavenly Homeland by Maciej Kazimierz Sarbiewski

The heavenly homeland delights my eyes,
Rich setting of the firmament,
The youthful radiance of the moonrise,
A sparkling light of stars’ ascent.
Light next to light is flickering gaily,
Balanced in the circle of dance,
Lamp next to lamp is standing faithfully,
Guarding the heavenly entrance.
My eyes fixed on the heavens in wonder
Travel like guests over the trail,
O, how much longer, o, how much longer,
I have to wander through this vale?
Open up, grave! Open up, silent grave!
I’ll lie down without fear at last:
I will toss down chains of a carnal slave,
I will cast off dust of my dust.
I will get free of my body’s burden,
Get free of pain, depravity,
My spirit will fly away to heaven,
Soaring to its native city.

English language translation by Michael J. Mikoś