Stan Borys - Jaskółka uwięziona

A swallow - a black dagger torn out from the breast of wind,
A sudden anchor of sorrow dropped from the invisible yacht,
A cathedral caught it into the vault's high net,
Like death, the mass of stone,
Like judgement, the rectangle of naves,
A swallow - the lightning in the lifeless church,
Cuts like black scissors, the fear that overcomes her.

Swallow, the sister of thunderstorm, a flying mourning.
Above the heads of people, that are full of worries.
Swallow, a skyborne sign, unreachable like a symbol,
Lured into the chill of the cathedral, a warning and a prayer.

She won't cut through the white silence under the leaden cloud,
She won't lower her flight above the golden meadows,
The moment when her freedom was stolen, terrifies me.
Swallow - a black diamond thrown here by the devil.

(Cursed) with the eternal wandering, for the silent suffering.
Never to experience nesting, for cursing the beauty.