Here you will find the Poem Sonnet IV of poet Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Peace is happiness, but war is our plight Under the heavens. He -- prince of the night, Severe captain-- and the World's vanity Work for our corruption diligently. Not enough is this, mighty Lord of all! The Body, our home for fleeting pleasures, Envies heedlessly the Spirit's treasures Constantly craving our eternal fall. How shall I wage a battle so terrible, Frail, yet headstrong, a soul in isolation? King Universal, Peace most veritable, In Thee alone is hope of my salvation! Do Thou, Lord, place me safely next to Thee I will battle and win decisively!