Ewa Demarczyk - Imię Twe

Your name - nestling in the hand,
Your name - stalactite in the hand,
The one and only move of lips,
Your name - a flicker,
Ball caught on the run,
Silver song heard long ago.

Joy of mine, so immense
From God's mercy until
the dawn won't catch another dawn.

In faint echo of a nightly run,
Your name rumbles like a song in line,
And I won't call by a name,
I won't reach my hands out to you,
Before sanctity of the wax forehead,
I'll bow down only from far away.

Your name, ah - is it possible!
A kiss, quietly, cautiously,
Into little heart beating loudly...
Your name - a kiss into carpets of snow...

Impassive - behind my window, all in the dawn,
You walk on snow silencing steps,
Oh, wonderous messenger of God,
Oh, silent light of my soul.
Standing under lazy snow,
I'll kneel down in a humble reverie,
And in your holiest name
I'll kiss the evening snow.

In that place, over which you'd come loftily,
In dead silence.
Oh, the silent light, the messenger of God,
The ultimate lord of my soul.

I won't lurk on your soul,
And nothing of myself will stand on your way.
A hand seemingly limpid
Won't be hurt with a new nail by me.

Spring, glacial, azure streams,
Your name, a deep slumber...