Holy Virgin,
You who defend Bright Częstochowa
And shine in the Gate of Dawn,
You, who protect
The castle town of Nowogródek
With its faithful people —
How, when I was a child,
You miraculously restored my health.

Holy Virgin,
You who defend Bright Częstochowa
And shine in the Gate of Dawn,
You, who protect
The castle town of Nowogródek
With its faithful people —
How, when I was a child,
You miraculously restored my health.

Lithuania! My homeland!
You are like health —
How much one must prize you
Only he can truly know
Who has lost you,
Who has lost you.

Today, your beauty in full adornment
I see and describe,
Because I long for you,
I long for you.

When, from a weeping mother
I was offered into Your care,
Lying as if dead —
I raised my lifeless eyelid,
And soon was able on foot
To reach the threshold of Your temple,
To thank God
For the life returned to me.

When, from a weeping mother
I was offered into Your care,
Lying as if dead —
I raised my lifeless eyelid,
And soon was able on foot
To reach the threshold of Your temple,
To thank God
For the life returned to me.

Lithuania! My homeland!
You are like health —
How much one must prize you
Only he can truly know
Who has lost you,
Who has lost you.

Today, your beauty in full adornment
I see and describe,
Because I long for you.

So may you bring us back
By miracle
To the bosom of our homeland.
Meanwhile, I entrust
My yearning soul

To those wooded hills,
To those green meadows
That stretch wide beside the blue Niemen River,
To those painted fields
With varied grain,
Gilded with wheat,
Silvered with rye,

Where amber-colored sweet clover grows,
And buckwheat blooms as white as snow,
Where, with a maiden’s blush,
The sainfoin glows.
And all of it is girded
Like with a ribbon — a green boundary,
And on it here and there
Quiet pear trees rest.