Horytnica - Dąb

Our proud Nation like an old oak
Enduringly grows through millenniums
Roots entwines pillars of earth
Where ashes of ancestors, echo of existence

Trunk is soaring up like a column
Which can hold on canopy of sky
Tremendous power of living wood
Beseeching flowing years in a
rings of tree

Thousands of branches, omentum of limbs
Whence song green leaves is coming
Ancient song of water and soil
For ages hidden in a whish of trees

Above the crown the eagles' trail
Bold bird is racing the wind
Look at him daughter and son
Let it be thy sign

Chorus.
I pledge to watch over the Polish speech
For the speech is the nation's treasure
Till I am capable of taking a sword
I will be upholding our borders

I vow to to protect and revere her
home soil the mother of our blood
To live for her till the end of the days
To have strength, to be faithful

Lighting is striking - a silver flame
Is trying to break the oak's monolith
And though quite a few branch is burning
Primeval tree is willfully standing

Whirlwind of fall is reaving the leaves
Is leaving sapless wooden skeleton
Frost is keeping him in a steel clutch
Wreathed in a snow like in an ash

But like after the night the day rises
So the spring will scatter the wintry dimness
Sun will end deep sleep
And live will describe the victorious circle

Oak won't be broken by a thunder
nor by fell ice and hoarfrost
Where white eagle has found its nest
There you will build up your home

Chorus.
I pledge to watch over the Polish speech
For the speech is the nation's treasure
Till I am capable of taking a sword
I will be upholding our borders

I vow to to protect and revere her
home soil the mother of our blood
To live for her till the end of the days
To have strength, to be faithful