Karpiński, Franciszek When God Is Born, No Power Prevails Zawadzki, Jarek Choromańska, Paulina Fundacja Nowoczesna Polska Oświecenie Liryka Wiersz Publikacja zrealizowana w ramach projektu Wolne Lektury (http://wolnelektury.pl). Materiał źródłowy pobrany ze strony http://archive.org/details/PolishPoetryInEnglish. http://wolnelektury.pl/katalog/lektura/karpinski-when-god-is-born-no-power-prevails http://archive.org/details/PolishPoetryInEnglish Polish Poetry in English, tłum. Jarek Zawadzki [online], [dostęp: 04.03.2013]. Dostępny WWW: http://archive.org/details/PolishPoetryInEnglish. Creative Commons Uznanie Autorstwa - Na Tych Samych Warunkach 3.0.PL http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/ xml text text 2013-03-05 eng http://redakcja.wolnelektury.pl/media/dynamic/cover/image/2473.jpg Snow, Moyan_Brenn@Flickr, CC BY 2.0 http://redakcja.wolnelektury.pl/cover/image/2473 DCA 1DTP 3ML Franciszek Karpiński When God Is Born, No Power Prevails When God is born, no power prevails,/ Our Lord in nakedness enwound./ All fire congeals, all luster pales,/ Contained is He that knows no bound./ Despised, in glory comes untold,/ A mortal king for aye to reign./ The Word of God in flesh behold,/ Now born to share our life mundane. What have ye Heavens o'er the earth,/ That God forsook His sweet delight,/ And wished to take a human birth,/ To share our every toil and plight?/ And He did suffer unconsoled,/ And we were guilty of His pain./ The Word of God in flesh behold,/ Now born to share our life mundane. A meager shed for Him they found,/ And in a manger there He lay./ What was He, and what was there 'round?/ Poor shepherds, cattle, sheep and hay./ The poor had hailed Him, we are told,/ Before the rich would entertain./ The Word of God in flesh behold,/ Now born to share our life mundane. 'Twas then, they say, appeared the kings,/ And jostled through the gathering dense./ For Him they brought their offerings:/ The myrrh, and gold, and frankincense./ The frankincense, and myrrh, and gold/ With rustic gifts He did retain./ The Word of God in flesh behold,/ Now born to share our life mundane. Raise now Thy hand, oh Child divine,/ And bless our homeland from the Height./ By good advice and times benign,/ Support her strength with Thine own might:/ The hamlets, cities and the wold,/ Our houses, and our every gain./ The Word of God in flesh behold,/ Now born to share our life mundane.