Where else in the midst of a city have you seen
For a Sunday get-together meadows so green,
Where stalls, children, cows and mares with foals at play
And so many people who – exiles today –
Then with their families, lovers with no care
Had their Cracovian happiness to share?
Where else an area for people to embrace
As a gift…? Błonia, a very short walk from the marketplace.