1

While I was waiting for Tee, O Light,
To appear on the balcony,
I prayed:

Before the Lord descends in the firsr ray of Thy gaze,
O Mother, chase away the clouds that cover my soul
As Thou art lifting at dawn the mist-veil
From the immaculate face of that deep Black Lake
In my Tatry Mountains (the highest mountain range in Poland)

And then, when the Lord will come,
The luminous beam will pierce my bare being
Unto its very depths and fill it with bliss.
And the Lord will be pleased,
And He will look around Him on His happy property
At the bottom of my soul.

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2

While I was waiting for Thee before Thy Blessings,
Before my eyes would come near to Thine,
I prayed:

Mother, let my eyes lie still like those tranquil lakes
In my Tatry Mountains,
Immobile, spread before the Lord,
Crystal mirrors waiting...
Will he permit an offering to Him of His own face?

And then, when the Lord will come through Thy eyes all loving
To stoop over these two lakes of calm,
He will perceive Himself in their humble felicity.
And the Lord will be pleased,
And He will smile
Seeing His own eyes looking at Him.

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3

While I am waiting for Thee in the lucid silence
Before the sacred hour of meditation,
I pray:

Fill, Mother, my cells with longing ecstasy,
The same that sparkles in all those lakes of beauty
In my Tatry Mountains,
When the last sun-drops caress them with glowing happiness
And when the Lord Himself is approaching after His long day's journey.

And then, when the Lord will come,
My whole being will be His luminous abode.
And the Lord will be pleased.
he will sigh with delight.
He will rest and take off His sandals
And wash His feet in the radiant waters.