Blayb gezunt mir, Kroke!
Blayb-zhe mir gezunt.
S’vart di fur geshpant shoyn far mayn hoyz.
S’traybt der vilder soyne vi men traybt a hunt
Mit akhzaryes mikh fun dir aroys.

Blayb gezunt mir, Kroke!
Ikh zey dikh efsher haynt
S’letste mol mit alts vos lib iz mir.
Af mayn mames keyver
S’ harts zikh oysgeveynt.
Shver geven dos shaydn zikh mit ir.
Oysgeveynt di oygn biz der letster trer,
Banetst mit zey dem tatns kaltn shteyn.
Kh’hob dem zeydns keyver nisht gefinen mer.
Es muz shoyn zamt fun zayn matseyve zayn.

Blayb gezunt mir, Kroke!
Heylik iz dayn erd—
Tate-mame ruen dokh in ir.
Lebn zey tsu lign iz mir nisht bashert,
S’vart a keyver ergets vayt af mir.

Blayb gezunt mir, Kroke!
Blayb-zhe mir gezunt.
S’vart di fur geshpant shoyn far mayn hoyz.
S’traybt der vilder soyne
Vi men traybt a hunt
   Mit akhzaryes mikh fun dir aroys.

Farewell, my Krakow, fare thee well!
The wagon is hitched up,
Waiting in front of my house.
The savage enemy drives me from you, cruelly,
As one would drive away a dog.

Farewell, my Krakow!
Perhaps today is the last day
I will ever see everything dear to me
At my mother’s grave,
I cried out my heart.
It was hard to part from her.
I cried my eyes out, until the last tear
Wetted my father’s cold stone.
I couldn’t find my grandfather’s grave.
His gravestone must have turned to dust by now.

Farewell, my Krakow!
Holy is your ground.
My parents rest in it.
I am not destined to lie next to them;
A grave awaits me somewhere far away.

Farewell, my Krakow, fare thee well!
The wagon is hitched up,
Waiting in front of my house.
The savage enemy drives me from you, cruelly,
As one would drive away a dog.