Don’t dismount from your horse, General Kosciuszko!
- the battle goes on for the future of the world,
- in the glow and the ashes tomorrow is born
- as many innocent victims lie on the bier

and in this long birth dripping with blood
Mother in pain is singing restless
a song of the suffering of men
searching for God in different temples

Stay on your horse, my General,
and order soon the charge for a Light –
For how can a grain sprout on a rock ?
Or in the deserts of hearts, if it has died ?

When brothers wander blinded by wind
And, mercilessely, kill their brothers -
- who will remove the thorns from your hurts ?
- who will revive the dead canticle of others ?

Don’t dismount, General of the invaded
- - the struggle goes on for freedom, laws and truth!
- You were part of that ignoring all honours
- other than hardship, sorrow and wounds.

Translated by Marek Baterowicz & Denise Nowakowski -