For [My] Diary pg. 17

For [My] Diary[1]

To love! Oh, I will love forever

No one listens to my changes

[My] heart has been wounded forever

[My] heart has been wounded forever

            The wounds of the heart cannot be healed

            No one finds a way to cure [me]

            Death is perhaps the only help for me

            I will carry the memory of you to the grave

Oh, you! You will be at a distance from me

Perhaps you will not remember poor[2] [me]

Perhaps you will not remember even [my] name

Who is[3] fading so prematurely over you

            Our souls grow wines

            When the nightingale returns in spring

When it sends prayers to God from the grove

Oh! That’s as blissful as in paradise

But with that most sweet harmony

They create our melody

When we praise God

[And] love him with all [our] soul[4]

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[1] Grammatical gender in Polish allows an adjective or past participle form to identify the party speaking or referred to as male or female. The author of the poem titled “For My Diary” refers to herself with a grammatically feminine adjective and is presumably female.

[2] Female form

[3] Female form

[4] The handwriting on this page appears to be slightly different from that of the preceding and following pages.