Return in The Time of Tempest

Let us go home.
The storm is near.
The sky is cloudy.
The branches of trees are swaying.
The wind is blowing.
The time in wilderness
was great and now we are moving
in the boat to the little house
of my grandparents
where tasty supper is waiting for us
and the warm fire place.

Igor Marynowski

A black cloud covers the sky,
How hot and humid everywhere.
The storm flies in a terrible rush.
Under the cloud the wind howls.
Thunder after thunder is heard from afar.
The storm flies in a terrible rush,
Between the rows of trees.
Waves are fighting with shores!
A terrible thunder proclaims it sovereignty.
Water pours from the clouds.
Hard rocks are shaking.
The earth shudders on its axis!
Humans are full of worries
Watching the strength of nature.

Karol Antoniewicz Bołoz(1807-1852)

Time of tempests come and go. Sunshine follows after the dark clouds.
Life is a game of thunder and the rainbow.
So do not forget if you are sad
The cheerful time visited you in the past.

Igor Marynowski poetry and translation