March of the Youth (Continued) pg. 67

May it reach the peaks and flit off again into the heights

Ardor, the dream[1]

Until it beats out a hymn to the sun

May [our] hearts start beating, may the blood boil in them

And new and beautiful may our song flow

Song of a Slave

A slave stands at the edge of the rocks

And looks into the blue depths

With his soul he drinks in the music of the waves

[His] hand[2] accompanies on the lute

                Like a bird free of bonds in the narrows

                Thought of gloomy flies[3] into the distance

                And from the[4] chest[5] the voice of a powerful song

                Along with the roar flows off into the distance

                                He put his whole soul into the song

                                A million tears and pains

                                And the sea played that song further

                                Until the king heard it

                And says[6] to him: O slave!

                Why do you raise up a song

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[1] Crossed out in original

[2] Literally “palm”

[3] This line has an extra syllable and the adjective translated as “gloomy” does not have a following noun, perhaps indicating an error in copying.

[4] his

[5] Or “bosom”

[6] (should be past tense)

Galicia! (Continued) pg. 66

God gives you happiness[1] in work aplenty

When you embrace us to your hearts

[And] make a place for our

                                                Tears, cold and hunger!

March of the Youth

My brother, when the happy hour arrives

And we form brotherly ranks

And rush like a stream down the peaks through the forest

When the tide fills its banks

                May [our] hearts start beating, may the blood boil in them

                And new and beautiful may our song flow

Let us curse long life in that song, our passion will be

Desire for deeds, and into the past[2] with power, storm[3]

Ardor, the dream of their charm and spell

And of fortune for all without measure

                May [our] hearts start beating, and thus further[4]

                Because this song is above songs, a song of life, a song of dreams

                A song of the sincere rapture of youth

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[1] Or, “Good fortune”

[2] i.e., forget about

[3] Literally “winds”

[4] Or, “etcetera”

In Winter (In the year 1914) [Continued] pg. 65

                                (In the year 1914)

                For the little child already lies blue

                Lifeless and cold like the hard ice

                Your consolation, [your] only happiness

                The winter cold has withered like a flower

O, poor mother, though spring will return

To our orchards, to our fields

But your child no one will bring back to life

And your heartfelt sorrow will not pass

Galicia!

With a white shroud the field is covered
And in the little house pain spreads

A poplar murmurs sorrowfully over the hut

What did they have to harvest from the show-covered fields[1]

The child looks at the death bed

[His] mother is dying a horrible death

And the storm, with a roar, drowns out the moans

And only the funeral bell is heard

There again a light shimmers in the distance

The candle burns, thrust into the palm

They cry for the little child, tenderly they take leave

Of the mother, who in the waltz has already laid down his arms

In course shirts, with bare feet

They stand at the headboard with plaintive tears

The mother is dead, the father is dying

What will become of them? Not even the lilacs are blooming

The crosses are multiplying at the church

They call upon God, people flow with tears

And the child cries out, “I am an orphan

Toil has conquered my parents

Give a hand, friends[2], countrymen

For I suffer pain, hunger is tormenting [me]

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[1] Literally “poured over [with snow]”

[2] The word translated as “friends” is more Ukrainian than Polish

In Winter (In the year 1914) pg. 64

In Winter                                                 (In the year 1914)

White snow fell on hard ice

Very softly the silvery well murmurs

The naked boughs wage war with the cold

A swarm of winged birds flies off

                And only the storm moans and roars

                It brings complaints and melancholic sorrow

                That moan, that struggle, becomes muffled

                It turns from the world, it flies into the distance

Not long ago there was still a sun in the sky

It cast clear radiant heat

Not long ago, winter, from you

The powerful [wind] blew out life’s charm

                And today the tiny sun, pale and hazy

                Rolls its idle course through the grain fields.

                Green meadows and clean fields

                The thick fluffy snow covers

In the midst of a severe winter, in a shadowy room

The bread ran out, the wood ran out

And the soft crying becomes silent in the poor hut

O mother, call out your song of sorrow

Verse Dedicated to a Sad Girlfriend (Continued) pg. 63

I can’t die and I can’t live

For what use is life without you

            Sadly, gloomily here on this earth

            The wind wears at the trees

            And my life is that sad

            Because I don’t see you ________.[1]

Like a beggar are my desires

He seeks in a song and a memory

May God in high Heaven shorten my useless life

Give it to someone in the world who is happier[2] than poor me

            Remember me, because I [remember] you

            And my love will end in the grave

Sincere love does not die

My heart loves yours

I will not forget you

Until [I’m] under the cold grave

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[1] Blank in original

[2] Or “more fortunate”

Verse Dedicated to a Sad Girlfriend (Continued) pg. 62

And when, again and again in a free hour

A sad song knits your white temples

Remember alone[1]  that I alone

I wanted to love you [but] you despised me

The liquid of the coastal waves is continually peaceful

May God guide your little boat

In happiness[2], in unhappiness[3], remember me

            For I sincerely love you

            Fate drives us in different directions

            Like the gale [drives] the ocean waves

            But you me, and I you

            Let’s remember [each other] forever, always

Like a wildflower bends down modestly

Thus I beg you, Bronia, don’t forget me

Without you I go [my] way alone

Without any star in the sky

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[1] Crossed out in original

[2] Or “good fortune”

[3] Or “misfortune”

Verse Dedicated to a Sad Girlfriend (Continued) pg. 61

Verse Dedicated to a Sad Girlfriend (Continued)

When, again and again, when in a grey hour

Clouds knit your pale forehead

Remember that I alone

In the whole world love you sincerely

            The little bird is sad when they clip her wings

            But sadder is that girl who loves in vain

            Remember me, how that moist earth

            Forever presses on my heart

            Remember me when a lonely lily

            Shines over [my] grave like a goblet

Like a wildflower bends down the ear [of grain]

Thus, I beg you, give me a kiss

            May disease torment you forever

            May patient toil oppress you

            May every guy abandon you

            May your [own] ideal[1] abandon you

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[1] i.e. idol?