Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski

(1550 - 1581 / Poland)

Sonnet II


In shame is man conceived, through pain is born,
And brief the time upon this earth he goes
In life inconstant, full of fears and woes.
He dies, a shadow by the sun forlorn.

And yet from such a man (O Endless God,
Within Thyself glorified and blissfully
Living through Thyself) almost wistfully
Dost Thou desire--from him!--both love and laud.

Wondrous the works of Thy charity are,
At which Cherubim (comprehension's crest)
Wonder bemused and righteous burns afar
The flame, the Seraphim, in love's sweet zest.

O most Holy Lord, would that we too had,
To give thee back, that which thou have hast bade!

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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