All language subtitles for Pismak (1984)

Fix bayonets!

For the Kaiser!

For God! For the Fatherland!

Forward!

It means that I'm considered...

to be a personal
adversary of God.

Is God's complaint...

duly stamped?

You certainly keep
everything in order.

So what?

Of course,

inner order is important.

This still remains
only a dream...

but I assure you it
will soon come true.

The most essential
descriptions only.

The war's far away.

Typhoid, hunger and
mustard gas...

still belong to a future,
however imminent.

What are you talking about?

Tell me...

is the complaint in Hebrew?

In my case,
it could be relevant.

I just wonder...

if God himself wrote it
in Jewish...

or is the accusation
perhaps in Latin?

Stop these pleasantries.

Who'll pay for the cab?

I'm taking an empty wallet.

So we know where we stand.

You're going out again?

We're supposed to
lunch together

I'll be back soon.

I wouldn't be so sure.

THE WRITER

screenplay and novel

with

Music

Images

Direction

Number seventeen!

Over there.

There's so much light here.
Good.

For your information,
this cell...

is called a "parlour"
in our prison.

Am I seeing straight?

Yes.

It's really us.

And you?

I publish "The Devil".

It's a satirical magazine.

You might not have
come across it.

The devil? How about that?

You're an associate of Satan.
Am I wrong?

You're not mistaken.

Some people call me that.

They saw to my being here.

Is there a better place
for you?

You're Satan's enemy,
aren't you, Sixtus?

He's got it in for him.

Stop it! Don't go on.

I don't want to hear this.

He never loses his temper.

Sometimes I think that he'd
like to slap me.

I'm only doing him a favour;
not reacting, he doesn't sin.

Do you like walking
in the woods?

Yes, especially in autumn.

Even now, it's beautiful.
Early spring.

I know a place in the woods...

where it must be
particularly nice now.

Listen! You can sit
on the bed...

but you mustn't lie!

Do you like albums?

With paintings?

No, with photos.

Respectable brothels used
to have them.

I didn't know that.

Pity. You don't know
what you've missed.

A friend of mine once...

showed me an old
stolen photograph...

of a girl, maybe
ten years old...

with long hair that fell
loosely around her shoulders.

She wore a garland.

Do you know what was written
on the reverse?

No, how could I know?

"Available only in her
Aunt's presence".

I swear it's true!

How are you today?

I've a pain in my bones.
I can hardly stand, sir.

Nights are the worst.

I've told you repeatedly
to see a doctor.

I don't believe in doctors.

Because you're an idiot.

I've no time when I'm
on duty. And no money.

The one you recommended
also takes money.

Don't worry about that.

Just go to this address.

And forget about the money,

My going away was
Hump's idea.

You'll never guess
what he thinks.

He thinks you must be
terribly bored.

That you must be bored
in this awful place.

Everything's okay at the shop.
The new issue's out.

Hump hasn't changed much.
The censors made some cuts.

Censorship?

I don't remember what
they objected to.

Something's bothering you?

Hump didn't give you
anything for me?

Just enough for the ticket.

So you don't feel lonely.

If you only knew how
tired I am.

Shall we roll down
the blinds?

I've left the factory.

I've got another job.

A better paid one,
actually.

I paint small
portable screens.

Chinese-style.

I'm going to
write a book.

What are you
talking about?

The problem is
in the narration.

For better credibility I wanted
to be the main character.

It was a mistake.

It is better when
the author...

remains unknown.

An invisible observer...

who narrates the events through
someone who can't be recognised.

I want to stick
to bald facts.

The world is fed up with...

dreams that have little
to do with reality.

What the world needs
is description.

My dear sir, description...

is the last thing
the world needs.

A revolt against dreams
leads nowhere.

The world's searching
for truth...

and our dreams are
where it's looking.

And most importantly...

the world exists only
within us.

Only within us?

Yes, it exists
only in us.

You've never thought
about that?

What about language?

It's also a product
of our dreams.

I'd like everybody to
want to read my book.

It doesn't sound
encouraging, does it?

Especially when one
thinks of a mission.

Also, I want to
make money...

and I don't think
it's an indecent wish.

You'll never write
a great work.

You won't make a fortune.

Why?

Because you're renouncing
your language.

I don't understand.

Is our language
jargon alone?

That's nonsense.

Many have given up their
language to master another.

I do wish I'd convinced you.

I'm not afraid of dreams.

I'm leaving for America.

For good?

You have family there?

No, I have no relatives.

What are you going
to do then?

Dig gold?

They have Polish newspapers.

I will find a job.

Well, what about
my advice?

Abandoning one's language
is a crime.

I know worse crimes.

I want to remain true
to myself.

I want to be certain
who I am.

I must kill the weak
nature within myself.

I will send my book.

I'll find your address.

Do you at least know
what kind of book it'll be?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Memories of my youth
in Lublin.

It will be a great work.

I'll try not to write
too much about myself.

I'll use short sentences.

And matter-of-fact
descriptions.

None of those tempting
sunrises and sunsets...

or the early
morning dew...

or the mist on the leaves
after a hot day.

I shall provoke,
not soothe.

Disturb...

not lull to sleep.

Wake up, please!

You'll have to get up
early here.

I'm used to getting
up late.

Such was my life-style.

It won't be long.

You don't have to get
accustomed to anything.

You'll soon return
to your work.

It's not that hard to do,
Father.

In future...

don't call me that.

I'm not a priest.

I used to be one.

You're not eating?
The food's hardly rich here.

However long you stay,

at worst you risk
losing your teeth.

If you have any visitors,
ask them for onions.

Well, gentlemen!

We're in business.

Do you know who cut
my hair so well?

Europe's greatest
safe-cracker.

That's how my clients brag.

I'm going to write a book...

which has got to be read
by many people.

In fact, I only want to take
my revenge on those...

who said I'd never
write anything.

What kind of book
will it be?

About you. About him.

I'm glad you've told me that.

Hey, you...

come out!

I beg you.

Sorry I kept you waiting
so long.

It's a great honor
for you.

It's a whole university!

How's the new one doing?

I can't cope with
so many things.

Your papers are
incomplete.

Religion?

None.

Impossible.

I don't believe in any God.

Catholic, Orthodox
or Lutheran.

Judaism then.

Occupation?

Writer.

I mean what do you do
for a living.

I publish a satirical magazine.

Newspaper writer.

Don't move. Don't blink
your eyes.

Take your seat, please.

What else have we got here?

It's him.

Hello.

Damn! It's stuck again.

Don't look, please.

I beg you.

Is that all?

A minute, please.

You're the author of
those filthy articles?

One might think your case...

is not very important, right?

Someone who read
your articles...

might at first dismiss them

as mere muckraking.

You have permission
to publish...

a satirical magazine.

In my opinion...

it was a mistake
to allow you to.

You are now facing...

a morals charge.

In your magazine you
attacked moral authorities...

which are the foundation
of the State.

You'd perhaps like to know
what authorities.

I can tell you.

You scurrilously attacked
the Church.

Actually, your paper's very
name is offensive.

So this is Satan's associate.

I understand you're
the author...

of those articles
signed "Beelzebub"?

I'm not obliged to answer.

You do have to answer.

For everything you printed.

Above all the filthy
drawings...

with which you spice
your rag.

Your abuse is aimed
at authority.

In your opinion, it is...

illegitimate, corrupt
and incompetent.

Officials are imbeciles.

So are the upper classes.

They're the mainstay of
the regime you ridicule.

Your magazine favours
anarchy and chaos, that is...

anything that undermines
the structure of authority.

I'll tell you something.

Your printers have also
produced other papers...

ones that are
totally illegal.

Perhaps you published
articles in them, too?

Under different pseudonyms?

Do you have any evidence...

of illegal activities?

I have no knowledge of this.

I had a normal contract
with the printer.

He says you owe him
quite a lot of money.

Idealogical fraud often
goes together...

with common crookery.

Well, we've found out
something, after all.

You'll see what
evidence I have.

Meanwhile...

I'm sending you
to the devil.

A great spirit often
lives in a weak body.

Are you alright?

I don't sleep well,
that's all.

Nerves.

I can't sleep either.

It's not an illness.

You're a journalist.

Whose toes have you
trodden on?

It's irrelevant.

A favourite of wealthy Jews
and puffed up bishops.

They also suspect
you of fraud...

connected with
your publication.

I know nothing about that.

I have debts but
that's no crime.

No, it's very serious.

They're cooking up a
morals charge.

If a woman's backside shown
in a newspaper...

offends morals,
I'm here for life.

I'll be accused
of slandering...

the government because
I printed jokes...

about official corruption.

The point of the
present charge...

is to discredit me
with the public.

It's all grist to my mill.

The newspaper devil
transformed into a man.

Can I ask for
better publicity?

I must also tell you...

I didn't spare the local
doctors either.

I'd rather tell you
this myself.

Doctors are bound
by solidarity.

In matters of professional
ethics, yes.

What did you criticize
them for?

For their lack of feeling
and love of money.

For their disregard
of poor people's health.

For not knowing
the meaning...

of social service.

Everywhere's the same.

That's why I ridiculed them.

If they fail to do
away with me...

I'll continue my campaign.

In the meantime,
you're behind bars.

I'm not wasting my time.

I'll make use of it
in due course.

Someone's ill in
cell one.

You may return to
your cell.

He works here?

Yes.

I don't believe in
his remorse.

Don't you think he's crazy?

I don't know.
You know him better.

That's why I don't
trust him.

He's a devil,
I tell you.

I have a theory.

Beware of people devoted
to one passion.

Their motivation comes
from Satan.

Quiet!

It's rumored they'll use
prisoners to dig trenches.

I doubt we'll be used.

They say the Germans
will use gas.

My lawyer's worried
about this.

Isn't the risk too great?

The gas doesn't choose
its victims.

That's what gas masks
are for.

That's German thoroughness.

They calculate
the odds.

What were you doing today?

You saw.

I also went to
see the doctor.

That drug addict?

What do you mean?

Didn't you take a look
at his hands and eyes?

So you did touch
my things!

Don't do it again!

Or you'll have trouble.

Dinner is served.

I'd like to explain.

Say no more.

But don't touch my things.

I saw that photo,

but it was too dark.

I thought I recognized
the face so I took it.

I wanted to take
a closer look.

A friend of yours?

I was wrong. I don't
know this woman.

I didn't intend to
upset you.

Really?

You may pay dearly
for your curiosity.

I mean it.

Don't poke your nose...

into other people's
business. Got that?

You're surprised?

There's a chef in a
nearby restaurant...

who knows my tastes.

How did you arrange it?

I didn't.

I have a family and
many friends.

They take good care of me.

Twice the cost of a decent
meal in a good restaurant.

I've dined better
in my time...

and, to be frank,
in better company.

I always order Pouilly-Fuisse
with the hors-d'oeuvres...

and Cotes de Beaune
with the roast.

Move your chair over here.

It's good.

Excellent!

This is Mr. Rafal.
We met a short while ago.

Mr. Rafal's going to
write a book.

About us?

About me, too?

You, me, everybody.

He was already
interested in you.

We even had an
argument.

About me?

Not quite.

My girlfriend is
an actress.

I love theater.

I can say that theatre
has shaped...

my whole spiritual life.

We met in Paris.
Didn't we?

She'd better master Polish

before taking her
bow on stage.

She's better at
writing romances.

They're not bad,
I must say.

So you write too?

Alas, she also likes
having affairs.

She's too emotional.

My angel, I say...

they are more
discreet about it.

The French are like that.

Life is beautiful.
Women are beautiful.

They're cold fish.

Weak wine instead of blood.

I'll show them that...

theatre's a drama
of passions...

not pretending.

She didn't exactly wow
them in Paris.

At the most dramatic
moments...

the public giggled
shamelessly.

Tell me something
about yourself.

About your book.

The reader of today's novels...

doesn't trust the author.

He isn't sure if
the author knows...

the most secret thoughts
of his characters.

My method is like
photography.

I show the exterior
leaving the inner self...

to be discovered by
those who hold the photograph.

You should've left that
photograph alone.

Let the eyes, the clothes,
gesture reveal it.

That's very important.

How interesting!

I write only when
I feel like it.

You want to move back
to Warsaw, don't you.

I've already moved back.

What is it?

Don't you remember?

THe theatre.

Here's the basement entrance.

The passage backstage.

Getting curious again?

Let's take a walk. You can
tell me about yourself.

You're writing romance
novels again?

What are those hieroglyphs?

You read them from
right to left?

Yes, as you can see.

Clever.

I didn't know you
were a Jew.

Everything is beginning...

to become clear.

What do you mean?

Personally I have nothing
against Jews.

Jewish bankers especially.
Honestly.

Sometimes we do business.

Not with me you won't.

We have different interests.

I wouldn't be so sure.

What are you writing about?

Women.

You Jews seem to
have developed...

quite a sense of sin.

I've never thought about it.

I lost my faith long ago.

You only think you did.

Sometimes in my dreams...

I recite the Ten Commandments.

Or other prayers.

And I never get them wrong.

I do worse when I wake up.

Thy will be done,
O Lord our God...

and God of our forefathers.

You know that?

It's just come back to me.

It's the blessing for
a long trip.

I read to practice
the language.

You've no idea how easily
one forgets it here.

Sixtus knows but a few
words of Latin.

Though he once used
to say Mass.

He's not what one would
call intelligent.

But then...

where would the world be if
everyone were intelligent?

Who would read you then?

Take a look.

Don't you see I'm busy?

You have nothing but
time here.

Aren't they beautiful?

Disgusting.

You're wrong.

One can learn many
interesting things.

On closer examination
the world of insects...

resembles that of men.

Excuse me.

Let us fare forth safely...

and proceed on our way
in peace.

Let our journey
be untroubled.

And let us reach our goal...

in good health...

joy and peace.

Why didn't you send me
clean underwear?

You've never been very
helpful, have you?

Have you realised your plans?

How did you get on
in America?

One shouldn't have too
great expectations.

Life is the same everywhere...

because everywhere
we live in the same way.

But that world is different!

If everywhere's the same...

why not stay in one place?

Couldn't you have
stayed in Lublin...

or Warsaw?

You could've continued
writing articles...

or even published books.

Of course I could.

But I couldn't have been...

homesick.

Are you serious?

Very serious.

You see, everything will
be different here.

And I still hope that
in America...

I'll keep intact what
we're losing here.

What?

Dignity, dear madam.

You talking nonsense.

You're like blind children.

Seeking a Promised Land
where you won't find it.

You want a paradise for
yourselves...

come what may.

Do you think it's our debts?

I'm afraid it's something
else this time.

How will we cope?

Who knows when the money will
come in from the last issue.

It won't be much, anyway.

A kilo of onions.

Enough?

They say you get scurvy
in prison.

It's from Maria.

She's applied for a visit.

Try to dissuade her.

I don't want her
to come here.

I don't see why you should...

forbid her this pleasure.

What about my lawyer?

He's gone to Warsaw.

But he says it's nothing
to worry about.

Your arrest caused quite
a stir.

It was mentioned in
a sermon.

Anything else?

Our magazine virtually
doesn't exist.

Look at the latest issue.

The censor's running amok.

Everything will go up
in flames now.

It's the beginning of the end.

We'll hit back!

You mark my words!

Time's up.

Keep your calm.

Do nothing until I tell you.
Understand?

I'm not stupid.
What is it?

Be sober next time.

I'm not drunk.

A few beers, that's all.

You didn't even thank me,
you know.

I've done so much for you.
She broke down.

Don't forget to tell her
not to come here!

I'd like to have a
word with you.

We need him again.

Have him fix this piece
of junk.

I have good news for you.

The blasphemy charge
was a misunderstanding.

The "Devil" case is closed
for the moment.

It's you we're interested in.

Me?

What am I accused of?

Nothing, we're not
charging you yet.

Only checking some information.

This time it seems...

to point to something
really serious.

Unwrap it, please.

I don't understand.

Don't you?

We found it in your apartment.

A search in my absence?

Don't be naive.

Two people have been
killed with this gun.

There are also other things...

we'd like to clear up.

What things?

Have you been to Otwock?

Yes.

As a patient with T.B.

Your health doesn't interest me.

Clandestine meetings were
held near Otwock.

You participated in
many of them.

Our me were also there.

Stop making a fool of me.

Ignatius...

Take this.

So?

I had friends there.

Who?

Names.

I refuse to answer until
I'm formally charged.

Very well, there's no hurry.

I'm waiting for more
evidence.

Then we'll proceed with
your case.

In this case,

as I have not been
indicted,

I demand to be released
immediately.

I understand.

But you must be patient.

It's wartime now.

I can report...

that I suspect you
of spying.

It's been nice talking to you.

You may leave.

No complaints about
your cellmates?

Good company.
A bigot and a hustler.

We had an argument over
a historical detail.

There's evidence that Jesus
had a brother.

I didn't argue about anything.

His name was Jacob.

His existence is
proven in documents.

If it were, the Church...

would have to recognise it.

Extreme caution is
recommended here.

No conclusions can be drawn.

We should know more...

about the secrets
of the soul.

Is it your father?

No. My grandfather.

A fireman?

A tailor.

12 Krochmalna street.

May I?

Please do.

There's a strange stalemate
at the front.

In that case, why are they
entrenching the town?

I think the decisive moment
is coming.

Don't tell anybody
about the map.

Usually, cigars are not...

allowed in prison.

They're excellent,
I assure you.

Shall we break the
prison rules?

The doctor will soon be here.

What's happened?

Where am I?

Uncomfortable?

What's wrong with me?

Typhoid fever.

How long have I been here?

A week.

Why are they keeping me here?

You have to be kept
in quarantine.

I prayed for your recovery.

Aren't you afraid?

It's contagious.

Where's the doctor?

He took your notebook
When He came to examine you.

We had no time to hide it.

He said he'd give it
back to you himself.

You're awake?

You still have a high fever.

But the worst is behind you.

I've read your notes.

You write that I'm
a morphine addict.

Did Sixtus tell you?

You've read my notes?

I was sure you'd die.

They suspect you of...

radical views and maybe
something else.

I thought I'd better take
your notes.

Just in case.

Fortunately you don't write
about revolution.

So you want to write a
great book.

Yes...

and I will, doctor.

Wasted effort and a
waste of time.

God's dying.

There you have a great subject.

However, I'm not a drug addict.

I haven't got the habit
and I never will.

You look so ill!

I'm still very weak.

The worst is over now.

I was finally granted a visit.

I've missed you so much.

Why don't you shave?

Hump said your state
was critical.

Even though I can't pray,
I prayed for you.

I wanted to come here...

but he told me you were
only allowed one visit...

and that you had urgent
things to discuss.

I could wait.

Then you were taken ill.

Hump told you not to come.

Sometimes I think...

we're incapable of
profound emotions.

I'm right, aren't I?

Yes.

Of course you are.

I've never experienced
profound emotions.

And you've frittered
yours away.

Small favours in return...

for equally small ones.

Yes.

Ultimately, you're a
romantic scoundrel.

And you?

Me?

I expect I'm a whore.

We make a fine pair.

It's not a particularly
happy meeting.

As always.

So long.

You don't know...

why there are so many
soldiers in the courtyard?

No.

I keep feeling dizzy.

You're weak.

Go back to bed.

Where?

You don't know if they'll
stay here long?

The front's closing in.

It's said that there are...

Polish troops on the
other side too.

And you'd like to see them.

For God's sake I belong there.

The priest said I was sure
to see them.

What priest?

Sixtus?

He's no longer a priest.
He's a penitent.

I know.

I believe him.
What he says is true.

It won't be long now.

If they don't take us away...

tomorrow or the day after,
we'll be free.

I know.

But I'm weak. You lose your
health here.

I should go to the mountains.

I was advised to before
my arrest.

The doctor's waiting for you.

You want me to help?

I can manage.

Who's he?

A consumptive. Did he
talk about himself?

No.

I wonder if everyone...

eventually becomes numb.

I'm beginning to realise...

that what surrounds us
is perfectly normal.

Am I catching the
prison disease?

No, of course not.

This is absurd.

You have your religious mania.
Perhaps it's a revolt?

I don't revolt against my fate.

You've hit rock bottom?

That happened long ago.

Before being arrested.

What did you feel when
you were taken away?

Who?

You, those people and her.

They took her away
in a closed cab.

You never saw each
other again.

What did you want
to tell her?

You're ashamed? Even today?

You've forgotten that...

there was such a moment
in your life?

You often talk about
conscience but...

how did your heart react?

I'm sorry.

Forgive me, please.

What will they do with me?

I've been trapped.

I wish I could forget
about this.

Have you heard the news?

The safecracker and the
warder have fled!

And you? Shall I discharge you?

The warden asked when
I'd do it.

I told him you were
still too weak.

Thank you, doctor.

They're too interested in me.

I should have been
released already.

Everyone says that.
You're not missing anything.

What will they do with me?

You'll be told when
the time comes.

I didn't sleep at all
last night.

It doesn't show, does it?

Why are you silent?

So you've caught me
red-handed.

I could hardly move
this morning.

Ailments which exhaust
me mentally...

A battle with myself...

No wonder I'm physically weak.

Can I have some water?

Of course. In the carafe.

Unless that idiot forgot
to fill it.

I must tell you...

They're expecting me.
What is it?

I must escape from here.

You too? Why?

I've been accused of
complicity in murder.

It's not true.

They have no proof.

If accusation is false...

the truth will come out.

Think for a moment.

Do innocent people run away?

Ready!

Take aim!

Fire!

I didn't expect to find
you here.

You can't sleep?

I wanted Sixtus to give
me a sleeping pill.

I've sent him back
to his cell.

He's getting on my nerves
with his constant prayers.

Would you like a glass?

It'll do me good today, too.

I think we feel the same.

What?

That we're superfluous.

Am I right?

I hadn't thought about it.

I've still no idea what's
a result of the fever...

and what's normal perception.

It'll pass.

However, the feeling I'm
talking about...

doesn't disappear with
the disease.

Go on, doctor.

Do you think that what
you see is real?

The table and the lamp
are real.

But if instead of the lamp
you saw a milky spot...

assuming the shape of a
stooping angel...

you say it's
a hallucination.

Is a deep space in which
colours pulsate...

less real?

I'm trying to make a point.

About truth.

In your notes, you say it's
necessary to define truth.

But what is truth?

The necessity of
constant distortion?

Distortion of reality.

Those are laws which don't
apply to art alone.

Get some sleep.

We have a long night
ahead of us.

He shouldn't have screamed
at the last moment.

It made no difference.

It could have been much worse.

You have no idea...

what people will do when
they face a firing squad.

How they fight for every
minute, every breath.

Do get some sleep.

Rest.

Where have you been?

You wanted to write, so write.

We've been waiting for you.

I've been informed...

that they've designated
the judges...

who are to hear your case.

Do you wish to engage
a lawyer?

It'll be expensive.

- Must I decide now?
- No, there's no hurry.

There are still some
questions remaining.

Bring in the prisoner!

You mustn't get so
worked up.

We're still only speaking
of facts.

I just thought...

I'd have a surprise
for you.

You've changed.

I can't live with all this.

They'll spare us nothing.

You're not in a cafe...

dishing the dirt.

Stop shouting.

Effrontery will get
you nowhere!

You're a murderer
and a thief.

I often think about you...

A murder and a thief!

You're not to be blamed
for anything.

Let it weigh on
my conscience.

Try to forget about it.

When did you plan
the murder?

We didn't plot to
kill anybody

Why, having lured him to
your cell,

did you hide the axe?

It's not her fault.

Really? Didn't you want
your husband killed?

No.

Why didn't you report the
murderer to the police?

When he admitted
the killing...

you were overcome
with hatred?

That's what you said
during the hearing.

I lied.

I didn't hate him then.

You shouldn't have told
them that.

Take away the prisoner.

I know this woman lied.

But we need this lie.

We must prove that it
was premeditated.

Why should we pay for
other people's sins...

with our own health?

Because sometimes
we're also guilty.

I like that.

Am I to blame myself?

For what?

I don't know.

I'm also very tired.

It's so hot.

Do you have anything to drink?

Go to hell.

How long will they keep
you here?

I've no idea.

Didn't you ask?

Whom?

You look terrible.
What's wrong?

Lice.

I can't get rid of them.

You're hysterical.

You have no questions?

Don't you want to know
about Maria?

Just as well.
Because she's gone away.

It was to be expected.

Are you asleep?

I wouldn't be dreaming of you.

Alright, go on thinking
of yourself.

Don't worry.

I'll manage.

You must get up.

Can you hear me?

You're free.

What happened to me?

Everyone's fled. They wanted
to burn the prison.

They would've done if they'd
had more time.

He died that night.

Listen...

you're also free.

I'm staying.

God be with you.

It's good cloth.

The color’s not
so good, though.

Are these the angels
God sends to save us?

If you succeed,
I'll call it a miracle.

Such a miracle happens once
in a hundred years.

Do you understand me?

Thy will be done,
O Lord our God...

and God of our
forefathers.

Let us fare forth safely...

and proceed on
our way in peace.

Let our journey
be untroubled...

and let us reach our goal
in good health,

joy and peace.

Protects us from enemies
lying in wait for us...

and from the woes that
descend upon the world.

And bless all our actions.