Here you will find the Poem Sonnet III (To the Virgin Mary) of poet Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Unequalled Virgin, the second ornament Of the human race, whose dignity has not diminished Her humility, nor has humility lessened her generosity of heart, O rare Mother of her own Creator! You have crushed the head of the serpent whose venom Has poisoned the entire world. You assumed your place in Heaven above the angels' choir And there, glorified, you partake of eternal joy. For our souls you are like a moon Which reflects the rays of eternal Charity, as our grievous sinfulness Descends on us like a night's dark shadow. Lead us to the morning dawn And show us the light of your Sun which we all desire.