Jan Kochanowski

(1530 - 1584 / Sycyna / Poland)

On Health - Poem by Jan Kochanowski

My good and noble health,
Thou matter'st more then wealth.
None know'th thy worth until
Thou fad'st, and we fall ill.

And every man can see,
In stark reality,
And every man will say:
"'Tis health I need today".

No better thing we know,
No dearer gem we owe,
For all that we possess:
Pearls, stones of great finesse,
High offices and power
- One may enjoy this hour -
And so the gifts of youth,
And beauty are, in truth,
Good things, but only when
Our health is with us then.
For when the body's weak,
The world around is bleak.
O jewel dear, my home
Awaiteth thee to come;
With thee it shall not perish.
'Tis all for thee to cherish.

Topic(s) of this poem: health

Comments about On Health by Jan Kochanowski

  • (3/21/2018 1:22:00 PM)

    Not bad translation (Report) Reply

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  • Chinedu Dike (12/14/2015 7:33:00 PM)

    An insightful piece on the essence and importance of health, well articulated and insightfully penned in poetic diction with lovely rhyme scheme. Whenever and wherever health is lost, everything is lost. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/23/2015 6:08:00 AM)

    Good and noble health matters a lot in life. This is definitely very interesting poem shared with wise motive...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2015

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