by Michał Zabłocki.
Translated from the Polish by Charles S. Kraszewski
Who approachest in the trumpet of the whirlwind
Who takest me by surprise with the earth-quake
The catastrophic downpour
The bicycle-accident
Who cuttest me off at the knees whilst I am walking
Who unrollest before my eyes difficult scripts
Who makest to rebel against me those both near and far away
Who settest upon my lips words too simple and outdated
Who leadest me unto humiliation
Who makest others to laugh at me
To hold me in contempt
To hold me at nought
I know that there is something Thou requirest of me
But mightest Thou not express thyself more clearly?