NAD MOGILA (AT THE GRAVE)
(see octavo CQ2310)
Duch twoj wzlecial przed Tron Boga,
zal zostal po tobie,
pozostaje pamiec bloga,
plynie lza na grobie,
Zegnamy cie raz ostatni,
a na twa mogile,
lza zroszona z dloni
bratniej ziemi przwjmij bryhle.
Wieczna pamiec twa.
A nam z oczu plynie lza.*
Your soul has soared to the throne of the Lord,
Only sadness is left behind.
On your grave my teardrops fall,
holy memories fill my mind.
One last farewell, solemn last farewell,
that we say before your leaving;
brothers' loving hands now place the sod
that's moistened with our grieving.
Ever shall your mem'ry bide.
Flowing tears we cannot hide.**
* The origin of this text is unkown. If any experts can shed light on its author, please contact us.
** Translation by Wilbur Skeels (2003). All rights reserved.
* © Copyright, Cantus Quercus Press, 2003. All rights reserved.
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