First Movement

My son, my chosen and beloved

Share your wounds with your mother

And because, dear son, I have always carried you in my heart,

And always served you faithfully

Speak to your mother, to make her happy,

Although you are already leaving me, my cherished hope.

 

Second Movement

No, Mother, do not weep,

Most chaste Queen of Heaven

Support me always.

Ave Maria.

Third Movement

Where has he gone

My dearest son?

Perhaps during the uprising 

The cruel enemy killed him



Ah, you bad people

In the name of God, the most Holy,

Tell me, why did you kill

My son?



Never again

Will I have his support

Even if I cry

My old eyes out



Were my bitter tears

to create another River Oder

They would not restore to life

My son



He lies in his grave

and I know not where

Though I keep asking people

Everywhere



Perhaps the poor child

Lies in a rough ditch

and instead he could have been

lying in his warm bed



Oh, sing for him

God's little song-birds

Since his mother 

Cannot find him



And you, God's little flowers

May you blossom all around

So that my son

May sleep happily