Translation:Ode in honour of Zouaves immortal

Hey! shiver the ground! thunder lightnings! This column Zouaves of Death. The squad of shock-troopers, that the children of glow, The palm of bravery with the lightning proud! Against thundering cannon, as in embrace of Mistress, they are rushing, happy, With cross on [the] chests as Assumption They death for their homeland understood. Before them vile Mongolians cloud, As the wall of human captivity. Which brought shame by Tzar's hellishness, Which frolic with corpse of Poland! Hey! Hurray! Forward! like a one man Zouaves dashed away with lightning speed, Everyone look up in the sun the glitter of eagle's eyelids, And Death as a witness – they enchanted – Like a leopard attack wildly Polish Zouave, where he feels the enemy; He smell of tumuli drew in lungs of hearts And Poland – loves with his blood! – He originated from Somosierra Hussar’s wings orphan; Word « Homeland » for him on front The onslaught of hearts his Golgotha! He sucked breast of death with wild frolic, And he sucked contempt for life – The wounds of homeland only hurt him And forehead has haughty with death! Fields of Grochowiska, Miechovian walls O! let they to centuries sing! The fate of martyrs of the gloomy fight, With so numerous Hydra’s one’s gang. Who with stick in hand extort from enemies The arms, which then he hit them, The Zouave, which swore the Gods of vengeance Who shed tear in bloody cup – Who as lion attacked cloud of enemy, And he had starry chest in wounds Though cheeks [is] always cheerless, gloomy – Polish Zouave, with fiery soul! That some day will stay in free homeland, As oak [is] great and proud On native field of battlefields, Deadly Zouaves column! When moon rises over her marble. Then tear trough her bosom will flow. But when thunder roars with gloomy voice. Column will shook in its foundation And from graves will rise the white – And as the spirit of storm in the group of glitters Will be till morning gone mad! Because on voice of thunders strength of Zouaves It'll refulminate into a soldier , That it will be led clouds of storms As Zouave which in the grave spends the night! And Zouaves will be in the grave dream That they fight, defenders of Poland Until morning rises over their grave Where eagle waited for the sun!