LITUANUS LITHUANIAN QUARTERLY JOURNAL OF ARTS AND SCIENCES   Volume 25, No.4 - Winter 1979 Editor of this issue: Antanas Klimas ISSN 0024-5089 Copyright © 1979 LITUANUS Foundation, Inc.

ONA LUKAUSKAITĖ-POŠKIENĖ

O Christ of Sorrows, at the crossroads You and I
Observe the dying light across the land.
Your heart was free, and yet a slave to mob and master
Raised his spear against You on the cross.

You crossed the earth, so much misunderstood,
One day You chanced upon a Lithuanian granary,
Where some wood carver poured his care into your image
And taught You how to love the sad gray fields.

O Christ of Sorrows, at the crossroads You and I
Observe the dying light across the land.
A heart, once liberated, cannot be enslaved;
Let us go and console man in pain and sorrow.

                                        Translated by Algirdas Landsbergis