The National anthem of Poland titled "Jeszcze Polska nie zginela" or "Poland has not Perished" in English, was written in 1797 by Josef Wybicki. The opening line refers to the partitions of Poland between Russia, Prussia, and Austria in 1795.

• The anthem's familiar mazurka melody and message inspired numerous 19th century songs and national hymns.
• Several candidates, for national anthem where considered during the early years after Poland’s revival (1918)
• the choice of "Dambrowski's Mazurk" or the “Jeszcze Polska nie zginela" was officially announced on February 28th 1927.
• The official anthem has only four verses.

POLISH LYRICS

Jeszcze Polska nie zginela,
Kiedy my zyjemy.
Co nam obca przemoc wziela,
Szabla odbierzemy.

CHORUS:
Marsz, marsz, Dabrowski,
Z ziemi wloskiej do Polski,
Za twoim przewodem
Zlaczym sie z narodem.

Przejdziem Wisle, przejdziem Warte,
Bedziem Polakami,
Dal nam przyklad Bonaparte,
Jak zwyciezac mamy.

CHORUS

Jak Czarniecki do Poznania
Po szwedzkim zaborze,
Dla ojczyzny ratowania
Wracal sie przez morze.

CHORUS

Juz tam ojciec do swej Basi
mowi zaplakany:
"Sluchaj jeno, pono nasi
bija w tarabany!"

CHORUS

Niemiec, Moskal nie osiedzie
Gdy jawszy palasza
Haslem wszystkich zgoda bedzie
I ojczyzna nasza.

CHORUS

Na to wszystkich jedne glosy:
"Dosyc tej niewoli,
Mamy raclawickie kosy,
Kosciuszke Bog pozwoli".

CHORUS

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ENGLISH TRANSLATION

Poland has not yet succumbed.
As long as we remain,
What the foe by force has seized,
Sword in hand we'll gain.

CHORUS:
March! March, Dabrowski!
March from Italy to Poland!
Under your command
We shall reach our land.

Cross the Vistula and Warta
And Poles we shall be;
We've been shown by Bonaparte
Ways to victory.

CHORUS

As Czarniecki Poznan town regains,
Fighting with the Swede,
To free our fatherland from chains,
We shall return by sea.

CHORUS

Father, in tears,
says to his Basia:
"Just listen, it seems that our people
are beating the drums."

CHORUS

German, Moscovite won't withstand
When we take our backswords and
The watchwords of us all
Unity and Fatherland becomes.

CHORUS

We will in unison proclaim:
Enough of this bondage!
We've the scythes of Raclawice
And Kosciuszko, God willing.