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Pass Between Kopas

I stood at the pass ... world of magic in front of me!
Astonished gaze into it melts - conveys admiration soul ...
Down - ponds blackening as the feathers eyes of peacock,
Up - a song! ... but I think aboveground created.

Song of granite runes written in front of me!
Petrified dream of the Creator, proud dream, cute!
There - toward the edge of the desert star on the rolls,
Burn peaks - there rises from the depths of the dark night.

I sat down - silence in the mountains - the eye of ponds is hidden,
Look in the Tatras, in the primordial mystery runes,
I would like to review, to penetrate her thoughts enormous.

Wind - storyteller string light finger pokes dreams,
With hearts free from bitterness are considered remnant,
O! I sit here and listen, and ponder endlessly!

Franciszek Nowicki
This is a scan from negative.