Jacek Kaczmarski - Wyznanie Kalifa czyli o mocy baśni

Since my eyes are filled with tears of disgust
They met with your slow bow
Finding promises of challenges and grace -
I don't care about treasures and I despise my throne;
Since you grasped my bored member
In the agile tentacles of your slender fingers,
I know I have a scepter, and you have a crown,
In its encirclement I will ignite, not burn out,
Because even though you consume me -
I am satisfied with you.

And you slowly weave the carpet of events,
Knot by knot, to the rhythm of heartbeats,
Not missing a thread in the dense warp,
Even though you lead to the wildest frontiers.
We walk together through the labyrinth of paths,
Where one end has many beginnings,
Because the whole is woven from your intentions...
You belong to me, I belong to you,
And I trust you,
Because you are the spinner.

I discover the universe through the lashes of your curtain,
Through the transparent muslins of seven heavens,
And through you I hear forests and gardens,
Birds, animals, and windy plains.
Through you I inhale the scent of musk and lemon,
Through you I taste nuts and honeys,
Through you I dive into the cool depths
Where there is no pain, fear, or guilt -
Into the quiet realms
Of radiant weather.

From this radiance, you weave a story,
Sweet, juicy, and bitter - like a human,
Dense with longings, miracles, and nightmares;
But I will never know its ending,
Because you suspend it on one word,
In which enchanted seeking is a spell.
- Continue speaking - I beg, a suspended traveler,
The master of your destiny and the prisoner of your eyelids,
Thirsty for your gifts
Of life and health...

But you know well why you delay:
The wind freezes, the river stops its flow,
The prey does not finish its leap and the sun does not die,
The meadow and the apiary hold their breath.
And she, who darkness is supposed to weigh down on her eyelids,
At which the chatter of happiness and disputes fall silent,
The fortresses of human intentions crumble -
She too remains motionless, quiet, and distant,
Because even death waits
For the continuation of the tale.

Golden illusion! Delicious charade!
Treasure of Sesame! Sindbad's dream!
My revelation! Mystery!
Fountain of will! Cascades of inertia!
In you, I rise.
In you, I fall,
Into wholeness and nothingness...
Scheherazade.