Janka Kupała

My companion

Behind me a corpse paces, skeletal and pale.

Like shadow with me, wheresoe'er I tread;

Whether I rise or lie in stupor on my bed,

A living stock, with me, it ever, ever trails.

 

Round me it has raised iron bars into a jail,

Turned into a prison earth's unbounded spread.

Suffer I or no - it makes all feeling dead,

Snakelike, crushed my breast with a hundred steely coils.

 

My faithful companion, I love you tenderly,

Not time nor human malice can gnaw thee, make thee less,

Though art my envoy, - sole, thou speakst of happiness

 

Whether I sleep or grapple with reality,

I'll not leave thee and thou'lt not leave my misery...

O hail to thee, all hail to thee, my loneliness!

 

1915

 




Source: Janka Kupała. Sonnets. Mastackaja litaratura, 2002.
Translation: Вера Рыч

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