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Rh As to the hive of the stranger the bees for the sweet-scented honey
 * Throng in a swarm and there queen-bee and young ones assail,

So in his own domain the master is serf, while his neighbour
 * Slyly crept in and his neck woefully bound with a chain.

Where in the verdant groves sang the beautiful daughter of Sláva,
 * Now are the song-loving lips silenced by deafening sounds;

Where in marble arose the halls of the thunderer Perun,
 * Now from the ruins distress shelter for cattle has made;

Where to the heavens uprose the old-famed towers of Arkona,
 * Yonder the stranger's foot tramples the fragments to dust.

There they bewail the ruins of Retra's temples, the famous,
 * Where they arose now dig lizard and serpent their nest.

Son of the Sláva who comes from this land to visit his brother,
 * Is to his brother unknown, presses not warmly his hand;

Strange is his language that comes from lips and from countenance Slavic,