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The Chapel ”Oh Happy Return”
June, warm dusk falls over the marina,
Far above the horizon the aurora is still glowing,
Colours purple water, catches the eyes of people,
The screaming of an occasionally awakened gull cuts through the silence.
Fishermen are getting ready, it's time to go to the sea
They push the boats, engines can be heard
The weather is in their favour, no leaf dares tremble
Empty boxes in the cargo are waiting for some fish.
In the middle of the harbour, where hard work is done
There is a small chapel with flowers all around
Next to it there is a maple, which bends its trunk in storms
Among the different flowers there is a flower of rose.
Long is the anchor chain, which was stuck in different sands
Which still has salt on it, which covers it everywhere
It used to beat with its iron, as it was a kind of a drum
Today its situated near the chapel as it was a needles one.
Mighty pine logs buried in the beach sands
Are covered with some wood, which is very dry
They are tied in a clever manner - creating a beautiful roof
Who is often home to birds that sit on it in a row.
Under the roof, in a small niche, there is a sweet scent of flowers
A modest figure hides his face with his hand
It is Christ as the Man of Sorrows, who sweeps the depths with his sight
The Son of God among the fishermen, the fisherman, he is ours.
He watches day and night, if silence is, if wind
If the heat of the sun beats down and sweat pours into eyes
If freezes from the north, if blows the wind from the Tatras
What Baltic sways and a threatening wave creates.
He watches too, when a viscous fog covers the sea
What the world squeezes with its veil, obscures the vision
He watches too when the breeze weeps in ropes
And in the time of the morning dawn, and in time when dusk approaches.
O Jesus the Indefatigable, you count the row of boats
So each is still there, no helm will burst no more
So each of these fishermen could return to the land
You watch the elements of nature, they will not eat these men
Warm, June twilight rises above the harbour
A line of boats is returning from the horizon,
In the calm water surface the splendour of the dawn is reflected
And a new day gets up with the crowing of the cock.
These boats are already here, the decks are full of fish
The Christ full of Sorrows is looking far away,
The winches are working hard, the gears are very loud
Sweat sticks the hair of fishermen, so Christ fells little grief.
The rays of the sun are heating, the roof of the shrine is shining
The last engine is silent, when it played some music not long ago
All the boats are home, people fear no more
Because Jesus provided “Oh Happy Return to all"
Jerzy Piątek
Fisherman from Sopot