Translation:To Władysław Zwierkowski and Filip Kahane

Oh, you! with one arm, Having lost second among combat, They did not stay in peace, But, as an eagle tribe Suitable – with one hand in combat Going! I send you the song, Like a farewell tear!... No matter how low, tiny, But, once, once, maybe also it, Like a seed by gales spread, Will see in homeland a merrier time; Let then it will remind: you, Who you went with one hand in combat! Calling: God look! Tzar halt!... When second hand from the ground jutted And » look « for lightning to God called.