To his first companion, in life as well as feelings and thought, lover of song and creator of songs, to his dearest brother Karol, now separated from him by the grave, the author dedicates this poem with loving heart unchanged.
To his first companion, in life as well as feelings and thought, lover of song and creator of songs, to his dearest brother Karol, now separated from him by the grave, the author dedicates this poem with loving heart unchanged.The kingdom of the Slovaks shorn of might,
The rumour of defeat from Pressburg flies —
There on the battlefield — O mournful sight! —
Mortally wounded, King Mojmír now lies,
His gaze fixed on Nitra, ere he expire,
Where dies his Great Moravian Empire.
The corpses of his men around the King
Are strewn, and brave they fell, where brave t
