Somewhere
Along Kursiu Nerija,
Wading, the stag will drink.
Happy is he –
In sandy wasteland,
He has not known thirst.
Happy is he –
For him, the Nemunas brings
Fresh water to the sea;
Of the same water
From the same arable lands,
We have drunk for ages.
Anon, anon,
Revived by the sea,
The stag will wade through snowdrifts
That smother the village,
His head raised high
In the glow of sunrise.
Look,
The vistas of resurrection,
Life risen from smothering sands!
Not forever
Is he interred here
At the old stag’s feet.
Somewhere
Along Kursiu Nerija,
The revived stag will not know
All our wells
Are empty this summer,
While the sea overflows.
(Leonardas Andriekus)
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