Władysław Tarnowski

“ As you rose from under executioners’s knives,
As my Poland will get up from Your lightning,
God's lamb!
In tears and ashes, on tumuli of brothers,
With blood-stained garment with the tears, on knees,
O look on Poland rising from under the knives,
God's lamb!
To you I remember in tears my homeland,
Her I end my song – and song I begin,
O clean, bright, rising from under the knives,
God's lamb!
They from Bar turned eyes to You,
Dying with protestantion, [1] which death doesn’t frighten;
[By] so many innocents, the enemy stains Your fleece,
God's lamb! ”