Anthology of Modern Slavonic Literature in Prose and Verse/By the Vardar
1. BY THE VARDAR.
Brown, never-ageing crags are proudly to heaven uplifted;
Over the bouldered depths, with clouds the eagles are warring.
Downward with terrible burst into foam the Vardar is sifted,
Into the blue Aegean through narrowest crevices pouring.
O waves, O Serbian river! So centuries forfeit their traces,
Even as billows are plunged far down in eternity's channels.
Yet do thy pearly droplets caress the rock-ridden places
Where are upreared the remains of thy nation's glorious annals.
Yet, as the heavenly Phoenix, shall gladsome liberty glimmer;
Blithely shall I abide where mournful is now my abiding.
Yea, and upon the girth of ifs wings, our eagle, a-shimmer,
Over thy boulders be gliding.