THERE ARE YET TINY THINGS
(ALE SĄ JESZCZE SPRAWY DROBNE)
There are yet tiny things: birds fly
shaking canes, shine of the dawn
many colours of fruits by morning time
and wind in trebles and basses is flying by
and my unfashionable desk, my tiny lamp.
I will never leave my table, my workplace,
even for all the gifts, for all the Titians art,
as its my faithful friend from the daybreak,
but when the night comes
1953
[© English translation 2010-2020, Mikołaj Gałczyński]