Polish Poetry
[Translated by Danuta Romanowska]


 

Immaculata!

With your name on their lips, the elderly die.
With your name on their lips, soldiers fall.
With your name on their lips, exiles expire.
With your name, the condemned bid farewell
to the brightness of the sun,
Your victorious name is like a seal on their lips!
Mary! Pray for us! MOTHER!

Wojciech Bak

Dziewico!

Z twym imieniem na ustach starcy umierali.
Z twym imieniem na ustach zolnierze padali.
Z twym imieniem na ustach wygnaricy konali.
Z twym imieniem skazancy blask slonca zegnali,
Zwyciezcom imie twojejak pieczec na wargach!
Mario! Modl sie za nami! Matko!

1945


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