Why flatter thyself, Tyrant, <br />In ways great in evil? <br />The Lord's goodness ceases not <br />Keeping watch on the pious. <br /> <br />Keener yet than the keenest <br />Blade, thy tongue watches <br />To generate wild untruth <br />And plot slander' gainst the good. <br /> <br />Evil's thy love, not sacred virtues; <br />A lier's thy love, not a truthsayer; <br />Thine own accursed eye in joy <br />Gazes at treason most infectious. <br /> <br />For this the Lord God shall fling <br />Thee from the midst of His people; <br />Grinding thee to dust, aye, thy home <br />He'll rend asunder from the very earth. <br /> <br />Seeing this, he who was wronged <br />Shall fear the power of the Lord; <br />With the evil one swifty dispensed, <br />In safety shall he rejoice. <br /> <br />Saying: "So for him who in evil <br />Lay his trust, in power, in clever device; <br />Who mocked those lamenting in plight, <br />Whilst his own God he'd forgot. <br /> <br />But I, like unto an Olive tree <br />Grafted in the Lord's garden, <br />Unfearing I'll blossom forth <br />In my hope of heaven's defence. <br /> <br />And unto everyone, Lord, Thee <br />Would I claim iniquity's slayer; <br />And having in Thee my trust, <br />All manner of afflictions I'll bear."<br /><br />Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-ii/
