Polish Literature: Uncertainty by Adam Mickiewicz (1798 - 1855)
When I don’t see you, I don’t sigh, I don’t cry,
I don’t loose my head, when I look at you,
However if I don’t see you for a long time,
I am missing something,
someone I must see,
And longing, I’m asking myself a question:
Is it friendship? Or is it love?
When I loose your sight, I can’t even once,
Recreate your image in my mind,
However, despite my will I feel sometimes,
That it is always close to my thought,
And again I pose myself a question:
Is it friendship? Or is it love?
I suffered much, and I didn’t think at all
To go to you and express my sorrow;
Going without a purpose, not minding the road,
I will come to your doorstep without knowing how.
Entering, I ask myself a question:
What led me here? Friendship or love?
For your health, I would give my life
For your peace, I would descend to hell,
Though I lack the courageous will in my heart,
to be for your health and peace.
And again I pose myself a question:
Is it friendship? Or is it love?
When you lay your hand in my palms
I’m surrounded by calm,
It feels like this light dream could end my life
But a lively heartbeat keeps me awake;
Which loudly asks a question:
Is it friendship? Or is it love?
Composing this song for you,
The spirit of the Poets didn’t inspire me;
Filled with surprise, I didn’t perceive myself,
Where did I get the thoughts from,
how did I come across the rimes;
And I have finally written down this question:
What inspired me? Friendship or love?
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