A quiet moment comes after a storm,
Tulips blossom again after the snow,
After the dark night, the day takes its form,
A light beam comes back from night in full glow.
The heart oft rejoices after tears swarm
And the time comes that fortune swore to show,
Even if one lost his way in a maze,
He will at the end reach the destined place.

The compass that keeps drawing on the board
Will be closed up and put into its case;
The king moving on a complex chessboard
Will come to checkmate, although not apace;
An unchecked runner will come to a stop,
One who’s lost in woods will reach open space,
After one turn, a star comes from the west,
The swallow flies again to make its nest.

The flame, having burned ashes in its blaze
Will go its way for the highest sphere bound,
Water will visit its winding valleys
And fall into the sea, ending its round,
A glad pilgrim after long travel days
Is greeted at home. So all things around,
Even if they went as far as they might,
End up where they started, at their first site.

Translated by Michael J. Mikoś