Unter di khurves fun poyln, a kop mit blonder hor
Der kop un say der khurbn, beyde zenen vor
Dolye, mayne dolye, dolye dolye mayne
Iber di khurves fun poyln, falt un falt der shney
Der blonder kop fun mayn meydl tut mir mezukn vey
Der veytik zitst baym shraybtish un shraybt a langn briv
Der trer in zayne oygn, iz emesdik un tif
Iber di khurves fun poyln, flatert a foygl um
groyser shive-foygl, er tsitert mit di fligl [bad word] 
Der groyser shive-foygl, mayn dershlogn gemid
Er trogt af zayne fligl dos dozike troyer lid
Under [bad word] of Poland, a head with golden hair.
The head and also my city, both lie [bad word] there.
Over [bad word] of Poland the sky fills the houses with snow
The golden head of my maiden fills my head with woe.
The woe leans over the table and writes a long letter to her
The tears falling over the paper are real as the words are blurred.
Over [bad word] of Poland, up in the skies of white,
great black raven of mourning silently winging in flight
The great, black raven of mourning, how my heart lives in this bird,
He bears on his wing while flying this lowly mournful dirge - D.K.