We three traveled to the town of Emmaus,
I, you and he,
Lamenting that with us also traveled
Great sadness.

We were weighted with Golgotha’s hill,
Defiled crosses,
The curse of our betrayed God,
Thirty-three silver slugs.

And we believed that we were equal
Children of the dark
As we walked farther from God’s holy city
Along the paths of night.

And it was pure luck that we asked him
To spend the night at the inn
Just when that terror-filled sunset tried
To tear the three of us apart.

We found there wine poured by his hand,
The prepared fish,
And as he broke the bread we cried:
It’s Him, it’s Him!

Translated by Jonas Zdanys

Mes trys keliavome j Emaus miestą —”
AŁ¡, tu ir Jis —”
Nerimdami, kad su mumis kartu keliauja
Ir liŁ«desys.

Mes neŁ¡Ä—m ant pečiŁ³ Golgotos kalną,
KryŁ¾ius, erŁ¡kėčius ir vinis,
IŁ¡duoto savo Dievo atleidimą,
Sidabrinius trisdeŁ¡imt tris…

Ir manÄ—m, jog visi jau esam lygŁ«s —”
Tamsos vaikai,
SkubÄ—dami iŁ¡ Dievo Ł¡vento miesto
Nakties takais.

O, laime, kad pasikvietėme Jį nakvynei
Ä® uŁ¾eigos namus,
Kai tas Ł¾iaurus saulÄ—lydis grasino
Nuo Jo atplÄ—Ł¡ti mus.

Ten radom parengtą graŁ¾iausiai stalą,
SudÄ—stytas Ł¾uvis —”
Ir, lauŁ¾iant duoną, mes surikome:
Tai Jis, tai Jis!