My dove, my beautiful one Karol Szymanowski

(English)
My dove, my beautiful one
Arise, arise!
The night-dew lies
Upon my lips and eyes

The odorous winds are weaving
A music of sighs:
Arise, arise
My dove, my beautiful one!

I wait by the cedar tree
My sister, my love
White breast of the dove
My breast shall be your bed

The pale dew lies
Like a veil on my head
My fair one, my fair dove
Arise, arise!
My dove, my beautiful onе

(Polish)
Turkawko moja, już dzien'
Wlęc wstan', więc wstan'!
Choc' jeszcze walczy
Noc rosą i mglą