Hanna Banaszak - Panienka z temperamentem

Oh little birds, oh flowers, oh dew
Oh clouds blown by the wind
Oh night, that left barefoot
With a comb in your hair from the moon

Oh eternal nature
That awakens my pulse with its own pulse
Your grateful daughter greets you
A girl with temperament

Do not let the blood burn so fiercely
To consume me with joy
Let it love me, not punish me
My fate with temperament

Oh unruly and young body
Rich in transparent allusions
Oh arms that speak and hips
And you, et cetera, all of me

Oh body, you are so generous
And lavish as a gift from God
The abode of intoxicating secrets
A girl with temperament

Do not let the blood burn so fiercely
To consume me with joy
Let it love me, not punish me
My fate with temperament

Gentlemen, lottery players
With eternal chances for the future
Oh you, who have already passed to me
And you, who have not yet come

Oh, to have life woven with you
Like a sky full of lambs
And then to endure the penance of an old woman
For her temperament

To remember the time of joyful stars
Smiling moons
A faint dawn, gentle shame
For a night with temperament