Song [The] Xth (Continued) pg. 32

You were sweet and angelic

And loved me

Like a song, as if idyllic

Our days flowed

And through her I was without sin

Because I took on her angel-ness

Because I, with her eyes, with her smile

Took on piety itself

Song XI

In the field grow lovely flowers

They sow [their] fragrance all around

I myself am beyond the limits

A happy girl

            Here the sun flashed

            Here I live free

            On the [banks of the] blue Wisła

            What it is to see through it to the bottom

Early, when it is called courtly

I go[1] to the little church

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[1] Or “walk”