NIEPEWNOŚĆ by Adam Mickiewicz (1824-1829)
I found two translations, one sounding better and other more accurate:
IINDECISION by Adam Mickiewicz [source]
When I don't see you, I don't sigh nor cry,
I don’t lose my senses as you walk on by,
But if I don't see you, if you don't return,
Something in me's lacking, some desire burns,
And suffering strange longings, I wonder thereof:
Is it only friendship, or else is it love?
Whenever you vanish, I can’t ever seem
to recall your face, like a faded dream.
However, unwittingly, it seems I do find
That it is forever imprinted on my mind.
And so once again I wonder thereof:
Is it merely friendship, or else maybe love?
I've suffered oft-times, yet didn’t think at all
to trouble your home, come baring my soul;
Wandering without aim, never minding where,
Without any purpose I come to your stairs,
And entering your home I wonder thereof:
What was it led me here – friendship or else love?
For your very health, I'd give half my life,
To give you true peace, down to hell I'd fly;
Though my heart is not the possessive kind,
it would serve as home for your heart and mind.
And so, pray tell me, what am I sick of:
Is it only friendship, or was it always love?
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UNCERTAINTY by Adam Mickiewicz [source]
When my eyes can't see you, I don't sigh or cry,
When I see you am not going to die
However, when I haven't seen you for long,
I miss something and want someone to behold
And longing I can not make question off
Is this friendship? Or is this love?
I can not once when you go from sight
Bring back your image to my mind;
However, I feel despite my wish sometimes,
That I always call you to the remembrance.
And, again, I repeat the question above
Is this friendship? or is this love?
I suffered a lot but I did not intend
To come and tell you what was in my head;
Walking aimlessly, not minding the road,
I do not notice when I cross your threshold;
Enter and I can’t help myself from troting out
What has led me here? friendship or love?
For your health, I could lose my life,
Descend to hell to make you safe and sound;
Though in my heart there is not bold desire
To be your bedrock and hold you peace and queit
And again I ask myself the question above
Is this friendship? Or is this love?
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Pewien znany ktoś, kto miał dom i sad
Zgubił nagle sens i w złe kręgi wpadł
Choć majątek prysł, on nie stoczył się
Wytłumaczyć umiał sobie wtedy, właśnie, że
Ważne są tylko te dni, których jeszcze nie znamy........
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