Władysław Tarnowski

“ Naked men with chains
They hit in rocks with willing palm
Cyclop’s hammers! . . .
And their hearts is heavier as these clods of rocks –
Before their white souls from tame bodies will blow away,
Then they whisper to you, that there is God in heaven,
But on earth the Tzar, Lord of life and punishments! . . .
And mines burst out laughing, rang the Echo of hammers,
That not so infernal immortal Hell! . . .
It rumbles wildly, thunders, gets lost
Woe! woe! woe! woe! . . .
Hammer will shoot!
Sometimes whistles the knout! [4]
Someone died! . . .
Forward!
Ask the Tzar! ”

“ He raises souls – piles up the [dead] bodies
Among the thugs a small child
Mayby you will grow up the savior of the country! –
Maybe you „according to custom”
Tzar will nursed so well
And will drill so bravely,
That Różycki [11] from you will be,
When the country will call,
Thousandfold [12] always, everywhere! . . .
The spirit of martyrdoms, bloody May! . . . ”

“ Beats, routs, this puts to death!
There – women like a cattle rush
Fettered in chains.
Near fire they fall
harassed! . . .
Wolf's eye in shadow shines! . . .
In Enlightenment days of Ages . . . ! ”