Mickiewicz, Adam Uncertainty Zawadzki, Jarek Choromańska, Paulina Fundacja Nowoczesna Polska Romantyzm 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/mickiewicz-uncertainty 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 enghttp://redakcja.wolnelektury.pl/media/dynamic/cover/image/2388.jpg me and the new One Day Apart Photography project..., slightly everything@Flickr, CC BY 2.0 http://redakcja.wolnelektury.pl/cover/image/2388 DCA.WL-R 3MN Adam Mickiewicz Uncertainty Away from thee I never weep nor sigh,/ And lose I not my mind when thou art nigh./ But if for a while I have no word with thee,/ There's something missing, someone I must see./ I wonder, yearning thus for days on end:/ Art thou my love or maybe just a friend? When thou hast gone, I cannot in my mind/ Recall thy face though gentle so and kind./ However, oft I feel, yet wish it not,/ That it is somewhere really near my thought./ And all these doubts of mine may never end:/ Art thou my love or maybe just a friend? I suffered much, but reckoned not, as yet,/ To go and let thee know my sad regret./ With no idea where my feet should go,/ How come I find thy house I do not know;/ And neither at thy door my doubts may end:/ Art thou my love or maybe just a friend? To save thy health, my life I would expend;/ To grant thee peace, to Hell I would descend./ Though in my heart no bold desires I nest,/ Do know that I would be thy health and rest./ But still these doubts of mine may never end:/ Art thou my love or maybe just a friend? And when thy hand lies gently in my palm,/ My mind grows quiet, and my soul is calm;/ Meseems my life may in this sleep depart,/ But wakes me up the beating of thy heart,/ And thus return my doubts that know no end:/ Art thou my love or maybe just a friend? Composing this my song for thee, my mind/ Was not to any bardic mood inclined;/ I am amazed myself, it baffles me/ How I have found the thoughts and rhymes for thee,/ To finally write these doubts that may not end:/ Art thou my love or maybe just a friend?