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Meanwhile, bear my soul utęsknioną

To those hills forest to the meadows green,

Wide of the blue Neman rozciągnionych;

For the grain painted a variety of fields,

Wyzłacanych wheat, silvered with rye;

Where grows the amber mustard, buckwheat white as snow,

Where maiden blush chump clover,

And all tied like a ribbon, copper

Green, on her with a rare pear sit quiet.