“E’en so thou movest me and all
“Our brethren here around.
“The Gods in minstrels good delight;
“Sing on! from them is given
“The heart that speaks against the foe,
“Thy song it is from heaven.”
On Slavoi Zaboi gaz’d awhile,
On his looks with anger fir’d,
Then further seiz’d their hearts with song,
And patriot rage inspir’d:
“Two sons,[1] whose voices had assum’d
“E’en now the manly tone,
“Were wont into the wood to go,
“And exercise alone.
“With sword, with war-axe , and with dart,
“Their hands they practis’d well,
“In secret practis’d, and with joy
“Return’d from hidden dell.
“And when their arms and hands were strong,
“And their wisdom ’gainst the foe,
“O then their brethren too at home
“To man’s estate did grow.
“And all upon the foemen sprang,
“Their wrath like the stormy sky,
- ↑ Himself and Slavoi.
