Dedicated to the church of Saint Mary of Salvation
From the shadow that down the water slips
on the narrow cape of Thy glory I tread
from the bottom – to the dome, from a boat to a ship
from insomnia to the head of bed –
repose of the sea
On the lower step here am I
that like a beakon for a long time
has been sending signals of help
the Holy Mother of Health
of a pine-tree
Forgive me Mother that only in rain
and not in a sunshine spree
While unto Caesar and Doge things sent in –
I lost what I had prepared for Thee
and weak
and barefoot I come with everything that can be seen
suffering expelled and restoring with tribulation
I resume learning to delight in Thee
the Holy Mother of Health and Salvation
The hour
oh the hour struck a long time ago
but the thud of the bell-tower sends an echo
for us sleeping on channels with muddy wealth
the Holy Mother of Health
Edo kai tora
Hic et nunc Нине и присно forever
Ширшаја небес than a candle more erect
Thou harp Thou melody of deaf nights
the Holy Mother of Health
The tower
with the corner stone must survive
even with the waves as the
foundation
even being carried by the pine-tree
the Holy Mother of Salvation
In Thy interior light chanting scent
a prayer rights up like a column
I clasp my hands – Thine Thou raise higher
I lift up the waves – make them retire
tighten the strings on this lyre
of vanity cracked
Oh hear
support
propitiate
Princess-Bishop of Health
Translated by Lazar Macura