Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 10/1/2019
In a spacious room drawn with a circle -
a table, which with a round inscribes into this circle.
Many servants - thorned foreheads -
who with love are looking after this table.
The gods think in their penitentiary freedom -
is this injustice woven with care,
and who has seated at the Table of Eternity -
taking away fear and worries of humanity.
Przemyslaw Musialowski 8/20/2008
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Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing, Przemyslaw.