Polish All Souls Commemoration in Buffalo

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All Souls Commemoration held at the Polish Veterans Plot at St. Stanislaus Cemetery in Cheektowaga, N.Y. just outside of Buffalo. Polish WWII survivors and their children and grandchildren gathered to pray for their dearly departed as well as Poles who died in battle, in Soviet and Nazi labor and concentration camps, and all victims of Wolyn massacres. The commemoration was organized by the Polish Legacy Project-WWII. All Souls commemorations are making a comeback in the Buffalo area. In this clip, Fr. Czesław Krysa leads the assembled in singing "O, Panie ktoryś jest na niebie". Lyrics are as follows in Polish and in English:

Modlitwa Obozowa (O, Panie)

Słowa i muzyka: Adam Kowalski

O Panie, któryś jest na niebie,
Wyciągnij sprawiedliwą dłoń,
Wołamy ze wszech stron do Ciebie
O polski dach i polską dłoń.     O Panie, skrusz ten miecz, co siekł nasz kraj,     Do wolnej Polski nam powrócić daj,     By stał się źródłem nowej siły     Nasz dom, nasz kraj.

O Panie, usłysz prośby nasze,
Wysłuchaj nasz tułaczy śpiew,
Znad Warty, Niemna, Bugu, Sanu,
Męczeńska do Cię woła krew.     O Panie, skrusz ten miecz, co siekł nasz kraj

O Panie, wejrzyj sprawiedliwie
Na walkę naszą w ciemną noc.
Modlimy się o to gorliwie,
By okupanta złamać moc.     O Panie, skrusz ten miecz, co siekł nasz kraj

Pieśn ta została ułożona i śpiewana po raz pierwszy 70 lat temu-w październiku 1939 roku w obozie w Rumunii przez żołnierzy Polskich.


(English Translation to follow along with Polish) Camp Prayer O, Lord in Heaven, Extend a just hand, We call to You from all corners, For a Polish roof and a Polish hand.

O, Lord, crush the sword that slashed our land,
Let us return to a Poland that's free,
So that it may be a source of new strength,
Our home, our land.

O, Lord, hear our prayers,
Hear our exile's song,
From the Warta, the Niemen, the Bug and the San Rivers,
The Martyrs' Blood Calls to You.

O, Lord, crush the sword that slashed our land

O, Lord, see justly, Our battle in the darkness of night,
We fervently pray,
To break the occupier's might.

O, Lord, crush the sword that slashed our land

This song was written and first sung 70 years ago, in October 1939 by Polish soldiers imprisoned in Romania and continued to be sung by Poles in the various countries they found themselves in during WWII and after.

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