Adam Asnyk
We had nothing true together

We had nothing true together!
No confessions, declarations,
Nothing there to bind forever
Just false springtime aspirations;

Nought but scents and hues and glitter
Filling spaces whence we've been,
Just these groves with song a'chitter
And these meadows mellow green;

Only brooks and cascades streaming
Through ravines soaked in elation,
Only clouds and rainbows teeming,
Only nature's sweet temptation;

But bright springs that doused our longing
To the end of blissful tether,
But coy blossoms in the morning,
We had nothing true together!

 

(Translated by: Witold Wojtaszko)