The Muse of Chopin
Your Muse was Poland,
indelible stigma of time –
the altar of Heaven, thoughts of people
and desires contained in them.
Relaxing melody,
affects, ennobles thoughts.
Frederic, your music –
pulsates of Poland’s heart.
In your music, Poland’s history is short:
There is her triumph, her joy.
In the pillory of partitions, she is sad.
You are independent mainstay of freedom.
Your eternal music is with us,
entire world is proud of it, elated -
there is Poland of long ago and her future,
superb one and always moving our hearts.
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