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Mikołaj Sęp Szarzyński - SONNET IIII - ON THE WAR WE WAGE WITH SATAN, THE WORLD AND THE FLESH
SONNET IIII
ON THE WAR WE WAGE WITH SATAN, THE WORLD AND THE FLESH
Peace be bliss, yet battle's strife
'Tis our worldly run. A grim Hetman
Of shadows and earth's sweet vanities
Strive mindful toward our destruction.
But more still, almighty Lord,
The flesh, our abode, for joys fleet,
Eying heedless the spirit's lead,
Stems not its wish for endless ruin.
Midst clash so feared, what'll I do,
Frail, unheeding, cleft within?
O King unbounded, O Peace most real,
My salvation's hope lies in Thee!
Closeby Thee place me, and secure
Then I'd I war, soundly would I win!
Translated by Richard Sokoloski
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