I do not want flashy tinsel
to beguile my eyes,
but may the Lord guide me
with His righteous scales.
May a crushed reed
bestow mercy upon my spirit,
and it will call upon Heaven,
before it is consumed by evil.
I do not want glittering chandeliers
at some festive banquet,
where wine flows
over a Covenant trampled underfoot.
Rather, I would hide a lamp
with a wick, blackened by sorrow,
for it, amidst the blind stillness,
awakens all my pity.
I do not wish to eat and drink to my heart’s content
with wealthy princes,
for in their palaces
there is not even a breath of Eden.
But let my feast be with the hunchbacked and the lame,
for if I forget them - woe is me,
since God remembers them last.
With faith, let me sink
to the most insignificant souls.
And in them let me sow and reap…
And may Love comfort them too…
For that moment is coming when
the scales will tip with the Spirit,
and God will richly reward
each one as much as they deserve…
Stefan Glavchev
(The Copper Bowl)
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