When you wetted your eyes
The water became sapphire,
And when you wetted your lips
It became blush afire.
But when your locks were drowned
An angel came from heavens’ abode
Foamy pure white, benign.
And watching the stream of gold
He filled his hands with water drop
And spread on his wings.
[© English translation 2010-2020, M. Gałczyński]