Yanka Kupala. My Pray Poem by Swiatlanka Zniczka

I will be praying with all of my heart
With my crucified soul I constantly pray
For black lots with their snowy and stormy noises
To never go crazy above beloved land.

I'm praying to sky, to the land and to space
To immensely strong God, to huge universe
In any case, in any time I am praying
For my beloved nation and all Belarus...

I will be praying to the clear sun,
And shelter the poor orphans from heavy wind.
While pleasantly walking across the wheat fields
I will more than often come over the darkness.