Norwid: Fatum


Cyprian Kamil Norwid

Fatum

1
Jak dziki zwierz przyszło Nieszczę¶cie do człowieka
I zatopiło weń fatalne oczy
-- Czeka -- --
Czy, człowiek, zboczy?

2
Lecz on odejrzał mu, jak gdy artysta
Mierzy swojego kształt modelu;
I spostrzegło, że on patrzy -- co? skorzysta
Na swym nieprzyjacielu:
I zachwiało się cał± postaci wag±
-- -- I nie ma go!


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Fate

Mischance, ferocious, shaggy, fixed its look
On man, gazed at him, deathly grey,
And waited for the time it knew he took
To turn away.

But man, who is an artist measuring
The angle of his model's elbow joint,
Returned that look and made the churlish thing
Serve his aesthetic point.
Mischance, the brawny, when the dust had cleared
Had disappeared.

 

Trans. ***
in Five Centuries of Polish Poetry


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