Shepherd white pilgrim of all time

White Shepherd

Pilgrims of all time,
And you kissed your black-earth gold again,
And erstwhile again, you were listening to the sound of the native forests,
You utilized your mouth to give distant your words to jewels.

And you have grown into your land with nothing but love,
After all, you loved what we were given,
You've grown in love with Krakow,
And you gave Kraków Homeland a summons.

You stood in awe of the jewelry store,
You gave the thirsty the most crucial thing,
The righteous wisdom of many echoes,
And it became the great, seemingly smallest.

You've set up a throne for a small boy.
You have made the most modest of the hearts of the king's garments,
And they bowed down their ears in humility,
And with the azure blue vaults.

Thou hast held the sun in thy gold,
And with the Polish dirt you moved the earth,
The eagle of the crown you wear in your flight,
Because Poland has grown into your people.

And thy name is 12 with thee,
And thy name is the grace of the LORD,
Shepherd White, in his tiara, adornment,
That's how you bless us erstwhile it was taken.

Alexander Szumański