Homeless Mother of God in borderlands
Mother of houses burnt gore and ash
with wind in hair and red glow on face
Mother of that tragic and painful patch

and wrecked churches … blasphemous deeds …
and manors with no more Polish prayers
Mother of feral orchards where wormwood covers
rough hearts of human covenant with bitterness

Mother of Expectation on roads bygone
where Satan cut the signposts down to trunk
where human actions like halter tightly entwined
conscience's heavy stone drag down to ground

Mother of Tender Longing for Polish chapels
where children chirp spread joy over meadows
where in the name of God people when needed
braided a wreath of help by work of their hands

Mother of Sorrowful Paths from cross … to cross
road from wound … to wound … tear … to tear …
where a soft whisper in the grass talks of the sky
where Requiem in bird's cry trembles over lea

Mother of Difficult Hope and bitter memory
may we never tremble out of our neighbor fright
Mother of those who’s gone and … Who carry on …
Our Lady of the White Eagle … Red … White …

„Our Lady of the White Eagle… Red and White…”
Casimir Joseph Węgrzyn
translation: GTKRK