Translation:Shout of Sarmatian woman

I love gales! I love storms! I would glad to fly on clouds, I will give back the gold, pearls, roses, That to smash the rocks of the marbles! – There husband! my sons on the heaps – Though death stand on end in my hair, I’m happy! O I’m proud! – Relentless! Like a column! I[‘m] female eagle! Dove! And from lightning my blessed candle Light itself, when the suns Get out – that to go – to the end! – I want to have arm of Samson, I want to fight with strength of Centaurs, Let for me the fight not dies! – I don’t want quiet – nor laurels! – All to trample, to smash up, What men call a dam – Of lukewarm and cold into volcano to light up, And to raise with proud humility! – When today amphibians will call me a madwoman, Tomorrow people will understand why! Because I love freedom! because I’m Sarmatian woman! Because I feel God's spirit! – Paris, 1867.