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Henryk Bartul
1914-1993
(epitaph)TRANSLATED ON WR46P10A (BARTUL)
NA SKRZYZOWANIU SWIATA DRÓG,
NA LUDZKIM DRÓG ROZSTAJU,
POSTAWIL KRZYZ SWOJ DOBRY BOG,
DLA TYCH, CO SIE BLAKAJA.
A KIEDY WIDZE GO WEMGLE
LUB W SRODKU CIEMNEJNOCY,
RAMIENIEM SWOIM WSPIERA MNIE,
UDZIELA MI POMOCY.
GDY MNIE OGARNIE SMIERCI SEN
BOG W REKE KLUCZ MI WLOZY,
BYM W ZMARTWYCHWSTANIA JASNY DZIEN
DRZWIRAJUMÓGL OTWORZYC.
1914-1993
(epitaph)TRANSLATED ON WR46P10A (BARTUL)
NA SKRZYZOWANIU SWIATA DRÓG,
NA LUDZKIM DRÓG ROZSTAJU,
POSTAWIL KRZYZ SWOJ DOBRY BOG,
DLA TYCH, CO SIE BLAKAJA.
A KIEDY WIDZE GO WEMGLE
LUB W SRODKU CIEMNEJNOCY,
RAMIENIEM SWOIM WSPIERA MNIE,
UDZIELA MI POMOCY.
GDY MNIE OGARNIE SMIERCI SEN
BOG W REKE KLUCZ MI WLOZY,
BYM W ZMARTWYCHWSTANIA JASNY DZIEN
DRZWIRAJUMÓGL OTWORZYC.
ID: WR46P10-2562
Henryk Bartul
1914-1993
The poem was written in Polish. The following translation was done by A. Monika Bernardyn:
At the intersection of the world's roads
Where each person’s path forks out in two
Good Lord has put His Cross
For those lost that don’t know which path to go through
And when I see it in the fog
Or in the middle of dark night
With His shoulder He holds me up
And helps me to hang on tight
When Death’s grip takes me over
God will place in my hand a key
That when Resurrection’s bright day comes
I’ll open the door and be free…
1914-1993
The poem was written in Polish. The following translation was done by A. Monika Bernardyn:
At the intersection of the world's roads
Where each person’s path forks out in two
Good Lord has put His Cross
For those lost that don’t know which path to go through
And when I see it in the fog
Or in the middle of dark night
With His shoulder He holds me up
And helps me to hang on tight
When Death’s grip takes me over
God will place in my hand a key
That when Resurrection’s bright day comes
I’ll open the door and be free…
ID: WR46P10A-2563
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