Here lays Asta,daugther of Bogcina
Zlousic, but I am not peaceful.
How happy I would be now to walk
through the meadows with you.Now
I would have given you a kiss that
you waited for but didn't get.
But the sky burst out.
I would not be regretting or
ashamed of it.
Those with dark thoughts, don't
touch this tombstone.Those who put
it here,done something I didn't
manage to do.Still now I know
how torturous it is for those who are
not giving.
The year of 1422, may the happy
ones be joyful, but I have parished.
