Sabbath
Sabbath, you are sacred to our hearts.
Come on a winter night — we wait
in a quiet and golden room
where candle light shivers and flickers on a table.
Looking at my mother’s face
I feel there is peace on Earth.
After Kiddush my father already drowses,
the moon cuddles its face to the window.
I have the feeling that I hear
a certain fairy-tale about miracles.
And as the candles’ flame wanes, the room quiets,
and the Sabbath silence enters.
— translated from the Polish by Aniela and Jerzy Gregorek