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OUR LIFE Monthly, published by Ukrainian National Women’s League of America VOL. L MARCH 1993 Editor: Marta Baczynsky TARAS SHEVCHENKO FROM T H E EPISTLE Day dawns, then comes the twilight grey, The limit of the live-long day; For weary people sleep seems best And all God’s creatures go to rest. I, only, grieve like one accursed, Through all the hours, both last and first, Sad at the crossroads, day and night, With no one there to see my plight; No one can see me, no one knows me; All men are deaf, no ears disclose me; Men stand and trade their mutual chains And barter truth for filthy gains, Committing shame against the Lord By harnessing for Black reward People in yokes and sowing evil In fields commissioned by the Devil... And what will sprout? You soon will see What kind of harvest there will be! Come to your senses, ruthless ones, O stupid children, folly’s sons! And bring that peaceful paradise, Your own Ukraine, before your eyes; Then let your heart, in love sincere, Embrace her mighty ruin here! Break then your chains, in love unite, Nor seek in foreign land the sight Of things not even found above, Still less in lands that strangers love... Then in your dwellings you will see True justice, strength and liberty! Gain knowledge, brothers! Think and read, And to your neighbours’ gifts pay heed, Yet do not thus neglect your own: For he who is forgetful shown Of his own mother, graceless elf, Is punished by our God Himself. Strangers will turn from such as he And grudge him hospitality — Nay, his own children grow estranged; Though one so evil may have ranged The whole wide earth, he shall not find A home to give him peace of mind. (The Ukrainian Poets 1189-1962.) University of Toronto Press, 1963. Translated into English Verse by C.H. Andrusyshyn and Watson Kirkconnell. 18 ’’НАШЕ ЖИТТЯ”, БЕРЕЗЕНЬ 1993 Видання C оюзу Українок A мерики - перевидано в електронному форматі в 2012 році . A рхів C У A - Ню Йорк , Н . Й . C Ш A.
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