In the SoulJustice is going, going before him,is purifying a path for him, is carrying a shieldJustice before him in the darknessJustice is going before himto the God of sea's winds,deeply, in the bearing twins of the ExpansesHe in one movement of the wing is summoning evenings,his white beard is rising like the foamYou have picked up yourself in the lights, lighted up by the gods,and now you shall descend together with her,with the lantern of the God, with the sun –as far as the bottoms of the almighty waters,to the place from which spreads up all the dust of the world,to the beginning of roads, leading to the skyand descending into undergroundsA man has discovered his bitterness,has counted exactly her rodsand is now not caring of good of his householdJustice is going, going before him,is purifying a path for him, is carrying a shieldJustice before him in the darknessJustice is going before himOh You, always and everywhere in the wingless flight,that is judging the rims of the Earth,that is making justice in your chasmsbless that one, which is coming to his fathers,bless the soul of you servant,that has gone to rest.Justice is going before himJustice before him in the darknessis carrying a shield on paved pathJonata Ratosz
środa, 21 września 2016
[Poem] In the soul
Tracking my family roots I have found a rare book of poetry. I think that nobody before was translating Polish Jews poems to English, so I have decided to translate some. On beginning 'In the soul' of Jonatan Ratosz.