Mickiewicz, verse

As a sign of memory, before our parting, We bring you no ordinary glass: He is enchanted by friendship with witchcraft, At the bottom there is a talisman. And if you, among the feasts of fun Having forgotten yourself, you pour wine into it, Don’t expect a noisy hangover in him then, - You will find quiet sadness about the past in him. Then the living force of the talisman Give living wings to your dream, And know that your dream will be embraced by those Whose names can you read around the glass? And will notify them of your longing The sad trembling of their hearts, And they will be in your memory Echo in agreement from afar. But if at night, in the middle of silence, Suddenly, for no reason, your glass knocks, Know - this is the voice of our dreams: Your talisman brought it to you. Suffering will not be your companion forever; Perhaps joy will revive the heart In a foreign land; but when the memory It will poison your moment of happiness, And you want to look for consolation From the sad thoughts of the past in wine, Don't touch our cup! He will not give oblivion: In it, the talisman lies on a bright bottom.