Oh, I adore Krakow – for not by the stones
is my distress caused – by living men.
Nothing shall shake my spirit nor transform
it, nor shall my inner fire stop to burn,
since its roots in Faith rest that englows
my thought with rosy dawn and wakens me.
And every time you throw a stone at me,
you build a mound – with me on top of it.

English translation: Joanna Bilmin