Translation:Morituris!

„Thy kingdom come.” Our Father. „Morituri te salutant… patria!” „Youth, you over the levels Fly up! .  .   .   .   .   .”                                                                Adam. Youthful chest! Marble lamp, Which burn with eternal fire to dying; Youthful chest! Lachrymal urn of a tomb! Your holy ash the sign of Resurrection –

Youthful chest! Volcano of the Universe! Which save hells the lightning of love, Though the forehead would be given the stigma of madman; O! be armoured with truth – in this nudity!

Youthful chest! Mankind treasury, Which give back treasure only from the crack – O! be to end crowded in love, As the cup of life, by the spell of eternity –

Youthful chest! the lion's wall of nation! Though world shackled you in snake's scale, The Aurora of freedom be in the pains of childbirth And let the gates of hell will not prevail against you. –

Youthful chest! Shield of the Polish land! Your wounds shine the stars of mankind, Great you are as God – which you with his breaths Similar to him He created in love!

As in the Blessed host of the sacrament There is whole deity of worlds and eternity, So in one polish heart is the spell Poland whole life – and holiness –

And as the name of Cesar's before centuries The emblem of the Empire named among the nations – Name of the Pole will be the name of miracles, The men of virtuous will and care!

O hecatomb of the nicest [men] made You with Abel’s pole join the earth with the sky, Fatherland! The tribe which is to die today Greets you – o god praised!

Youthful chest! Jehovic Harp, On which Jehovah played with lightening, You are bloody field, where evangelical Plant rises great – millionth!

Youthful chest! forward! for whole world – Your wounds – stars on the blue of history! They don’t hurt! They will drive the night in the glitter of glory – Perish that to kill death – and to win life!

Youthful chest! You are holy spirit Nest! – before He fly up in spaces of mankind When nations family in future Will not touch your side with Thomas' finger!

But be humble, as field, which bends With harmony of the ears in the brilliants of the youth, And the land which fathers have won, Will vibrate towards you the heaps its bones! –

O forward! forward! young of generations! There the new era’s lightnings thundered – Pole today [is] the grain of the future of seed, Born in fetters – but he knows, that for the glory! Warsaw 1863.
 * „Dziennik literacki.”
 * Lvov, 1863.