Ah! If but this evening
Would come my lover sweet,
With the bright, bright sun,
Then the moon would meet.
Ah! Poor girl, this evening
Comes not thy lover sweet;
With the bright, bright sun
The moon doth never meet.
.mw-parser-output .wst-floatright{float:right;text-indent:0}Translated by Talvj
Nitra, lovely Nitra,
Noble, lofty Nitra,
There was a time you bloom’d;
Oh, why have you been doom’d?
Look! I love no other,
Thou, my Slovak mother;
Behold and pity me;
What tears I shed for thee!
You were the holy place
Which saw Saint Method’s face;
He brought here God’s own word,
That all our people heard.
Now greed and worldly lust
Have laid you in the dust;
That is the law of change;
To it the world must range.
Translated by I. Kramoris