I raise my head toward the skies and hope
To see the Northern Star that pilots me,
To find Lithuania, thy house and thee.
Ungrateful thou! Perhaps today a queen
In a company that I have never seen.
Perhaps enchanted by new loves, in play,
Of our passed love thou speak’st with them today.
Say, art thou happy at this time at all
When servants bow at thy, Milady’s, call;
When pleasure lulls thee now to sleep at night,