One heart, one heart is all I’m dreaming of One heart upon this sullen earth I seek. A heart to tremble with my heart in love, So that I be a meek one mid the meek. One pair of lips, wherefrom my lips for aye Would drink the drink of joy with no constraints. Two eyes that I could marvel at each day, And see myself a saint among the saints. One heart I need, two hands both soft and white To veil my eyes and gently bar the light, So I may fall asleep and by a touch Of an angel’s cheek be carried to the sky. One heart, one heart, so little though need I, I see and know that I demand too much.
Adam Asnyk (1838–1897), translated from the Polish by Jarek Zawadzki