The soul weeps, the body weeps,
how much strength is left in me?
How much time for redemption?
The weight of sins crushes,
the lack of humility kills.
In the shadow of trees, I’ll sit in silence,
fade into oblivion.
Such is my fate, my destiny.
I won’t rise like a phoenix from ashes.
I am but wretched dust—
nothing will remain of me.
You gave me wings—but I cut them off,
You gave me life—but I wasted it.
Tell me, please,
what is left for me?
How much sorrow and suffering?
Or perhaps joy in rebirth?
I perish each day.
But do I rise anew?
In the shadow of a tree, I’ll sit in silence,
no one will weep if I never return.
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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