Translation:Song of Orfan
O, people under your fences
I carry orphan's complaint!
Complaint terrible like a viper,
Which chest binds up in the grave!
I sang with larks,
To Spring in spring she laughed –
Song blew on the graves
Wreath of calm adornment!..,
And I plaited a wreath
From flowers which I plucked in the soul,
People the snake's wreath,
Plaited on the temple – deathly…
I broke the string of beads,
And it got drowned somewhere in the waves –
O! so flow my years
Ruffled among the world …
That's probably because I suffer
That I fill a jug in the tears
And nobody saves me –
God, I will sense you!...
There white cross over the fence
And under the cross the grave –
[1] Oh! it's better that the orphan
is not born on the world!...
- ↑ The two last [verses] from people's song … [Footnote by Władysław Tarnowski]