Franc PREŠEREN

ZDRAVLJICA

A TOAST

Prijatlji! odrodile
so trte vince nam sladkó,
ki nam oživlja žile,
srcé razjásni in oko,
ki utopi
vse skrbi,
v potrtih prsih up budi!
Komú narpred veselo
zdravljico, bratje! čmo zapét'!
Bog našo nam deželo,
Bog živi ves slovenski svet,
brate vse,
kar nas je
sinóv sloveče matere!

V sovražnike 'z oblakov
rodú naj naš'ga treši gróm;
prost, ko je bil očakov,
naprej naj bo Slovencov dom;
naj zdrobé
njih roké
si spone, ki jih še težé!

Edinost, sreča, sprava
k nam naj nazaj se vrnejo;
otrók, kar ima Slava,
vsi naj si v róke sežejo,
de oblast
in z njo čast,
ko préd, spet naša boste last!

Bog žívi vas Slovenke,
prelepe, žlahtne rožice;
ni take je mladenke,
ko naše je krvi dekle;
naj sinóv
zarod nov
iz vas bo strah sovražnikov!

Mladenči, zdaj se pije
zdravljica vaša, vi naš up;
ljubezni domačije
noben naj vam ne usmŕti strup;
ker zdaj vas
kakor nas,
jo sŕčno bránit' kliče čas!

Živé naj vsi naródi,
ki hrepené dočakat' dan,
ko, koder sonce hodi,
prepir iz svéta bo pregnan,
ko rojak
prost bo vsak,
ne vrag, le sosed bo mejak!

Nazadnje še, prijatlji,
kozarce zase vzdignimo,
ki smo zato se zbrat'li,
ker dobro v srcu mislimo;
dókaj dni
naj živí
vsak, kar nas dobrih je ljudi!
The vintage, friends, is over,
And here sweet wine makes, once again,
Sad eyes and hearts recover,
Puts fire in every vein,
     Drowns dull date
     Everywhere
And summons hope out of despair.
To whom with acclamation
And song shall we our first toast give?
God save our land and nation
And all Slovenes where'er they live,
     Who own the same
     Blood and name,
And who one glorious Mother claim.

Let thunder out of heaven
Strike down and smite out wanton foe!
Now, as it once had thriven,
May our dear realm in freedom grow.
     Let fall the last
     Chains of the past
Which bind us still and hold us fast!

Let peace, glad conciliation,
Come back to us throughout the land!
Towards their destination
Let Slavs henceforth go hand-in-hand!
     Thus again
     Will honour reign
To justice pledged in our domain.

To you, our pride past measure,
Our girls! Your beauty, charm and grace!
There surely is no treasure
To equal maidens of such race.
     Sons you'll bear,
     Who will dare
Defy our foe no matter where.

Our hope now, our to-morrow --
The youths -- we toast and toast with joy.
No poisonous blight or sorrow
Your love of homeland shall destroy.
     With us indeed
     You're called to heed
Its summons in this hour of need.

God's blessing on all nations,
Who long and work for that bright day,
When o'er earth's habitations
No war, no strife shall hold its sway;
     Who long to see
     That all men free
No more shall foes, but neighbours be.

At last to our reunion --
To us the toast! Let it resound,
Since in this gay communion
By thoughts of brotherhood we're bound.
     May joyful cheer
     Ne'er disappear
From all good hearts now gathered here.

Franc PREŠEREN
Poezije
Mladinska knjiga
Ljubljana
1999

Franc PREŠEREN
Poems
DZS
Ljubljana
1997


A Favorite Slovenian Poem, Written in 1844; First Printed in March 1848.

I just discovered that this poem was adopted in 1987
as the Slovenian National Anthem.
No wonder I liked the poem. Everyone else does too!!!
Note the top link on the name of Franc Prešeren, as well as here.


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