Z okazji Jubileuszu Konstytucji Trzeciego Maja i Święta Narodowego Rzeczypospolitej Polskiej
But in this brotherhood of the time
Wszystkim Patriotycznym Siłom Narodu ku Pokrzepieniu Bijących dla Ojczyzny Serc
dedykuję poemat wybitnej poetki
walczącej o prawa ciemiężonego ludu polskiego
TRZECI MAJ
...Boże daj! Boże daj,
Niech się święci Trzeci Maj !
Stu chorągwi noise covered with
...Boże daj! Boże daj,
Niech się święci Trzeci Maj !
Stu chorągwi noise covered with
Stu przesławnych squadron of battle fields,
white eagle soars the blue
over the earth and the Polish and Lithuanian.
The whole century he gasped in pomroku,
By the age of the entire wing struck the wall;
who appeared again today Polish eye
silvery on the field, the fields of !
Before the sun of freedom is on fire,
What is used to shine on the world;
At the lances and scythe steel
Related and flower tops of
Glamour hits the crown from him ....
That's not thunder - it's a clear day the dawn!
great sunrise, a new covenant,
dawn of brotherhood from sea to sea!
This nation in the grip of today Feast,
People in the torture and bondage chain !
Although we reserve the right and freedom taken away,
Could not we subtract their spirit.
We committed to destruction and night,
We no scepter, no voice, no power,
triumph of light shine into the abyss,
triumph of life - the grave stone!
One Hundred Years of hard buffeted us whip
hundred years of poison poured into the souls,
But we persisted, and lived the torch,
what is called love of country.
And we also persisted, and lived by bread,
Host memories of the victims of the calyx,
the chmurnym I pray heaven
I cried after the password is the quiet
hundred years driven by the snow of Siberia,
wistful view of Poland we lived,
and wanderers - A handful of earth, cloth shroud,
They took the breast, worn relic.
I saw the world wonder of wonders,
Which future centuries amazed
Nation - thrice dead - and alive!
Buried - and getting wise in his grave!
I saw world of freedom - in captivity,
And larks over the December snow field,
and emergent seeding of life - the role
mortal drowned tares.
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Oh, are you Polish, you are nice Motherland,
in the catacombs in the basement living,
know that the where you are light, this force,
What frightened pokes your chest men?
; ; Oh, not with your royal purple,
ripped in three pieces today,
Oh, not with curses, thrown into the clouds,
croaking in the breasts of your eagles!
your whole - the whole is the spirit,
Indivisible in his one lifetime ...
your strength - at the dawn breaks,
with thy cross before dawn to rozedni!
your foundation, your framework and the rock
lies in the deepest callings your content,
You wore the crown of the prophet,
you today wearing a crown of sorrows!
For you to be a prophet of the age,
And the Baptist among the nations,
Once considered a peasant man,
And the serfs celebrated pen.
Bos prophet you were days that were,
proclaiming the right to peasant siermięgi,
I typing your sons who have been wronged,
hereditary freedom to your book.
breathed your Selo and castles,
wide breath before the earth and sky,
Fired morning the May forecast,
brother broke up with my brother right bread.
Rozegrzmiały fields of thy name,
lit and hearts and cheeks
A Polish people, thy son named,
Grochow you gave and gave Racławice.!
generously paying your life, and a scythe,
To celebrate the garage and cottage,
bare hand and foot he bare,
against the breast of your cannons!
O thou Polish, Motherland you nice!
You in the woods and cereals across the dew,
simple hearts and eyes seemed to,
the month, the peasant of the blackbird.
When the sword already in hand, fainted,
When szczerbców dźwigły no longer dwarfs,
You błysła us again one and all,
When you scythe underpinned Krakow!
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But over the frozen ground, and off,
Moreover evening .... your singing lark
Moreover, early rozbrzmiało your password
Moreover shines into the darkness of your day can be cast!
They may suffer from fading you hostile
They could look at your eclipse;
But your boom woke their fear,
But your light roused their tremor.
When they saw the golden west liberty,
Faryzeje, kings, and a scribe,
they gave you a triple cross of Golgotha,
Dali wheelbarrows and knuty and stocks.
to your chest pulled his fist,
To break your heart is beating,
thy robe and tore into pieces,
your robe - your prison flourishing.
But in this brotherhood of the time
stuck forever and lively spirit, and the young ....
Its a miracle it survived iżeśmy,
These hard labor, handcuffs and ice cream!
Its a miracle, and his power
That we may rise the great day dawn,
What rozblaskiem przesięga darkness of life,
throws a rainbow - from sea to sea!
The miracle is that throughout ziemicy,
What allows the centuries Piastow,
There is not one dry day pupil,
For Fatherland and spell the word.
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O, thou eagle, thou eagle, our white,
floodplain of the long fly and poles,
Say it in tears at the hearts of fainting,
That is over age misery!
AUTHOR: Maria Konopnicka
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