Seweryn Krajewski - Lubię ten smutek

I like the sadness
that has no reason,
but follows me everywhere
like the shadow of a shadow,
seemingly insignificant,
until it turns into a song.

All that is fleeting, unnamed:
a sudden shiver, a crumb of events, a blink of an eye -
I gather and hide somewhere in the pocket of my heart,
to preserve, to remember.

There is a kind of happiness
that comes from nowhere,
it just is - like air,
I never ask
if it will be here tomorrow,
I just inhale it - like oxygen.

All that inevitably passes:
scraps of dreams, the magic and beauty of the moment -
I gather and hide somewhere in the pocket of my heart,
to remember in the most beautiful way.

I like the sadness
that has no reason,
but still makes me yearn for something,
because when it appears,
when I let it speak,
sometimes it turns into poetry.