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Syrmia, thou my majestic, Thou knowest naught of craggy immensities: Thou dost not thrust thee in pride to the heavens, Nor proffer thy love unto them, Extending to them thy hands, naked, stone-wrought, In vehement. ecstasy; Thou smilest, thou only smilest. When God created this earth, This buxom damsel, A creature whose heart is of fire, Whose body is of stone and of water, Upon thee, Frushka, he carved this comeliness, Magical lips; Thou smilest, thou only smilest. This peerless smiling, When for the first time heaven beheld it, Downright I perceive how in enchantment He opens his breast in its glory, And showers upon thee rapturous blessing, Lordliest lineage of his paradise, Offspring of love, angel of passion, Wine; Downright I perceive, how he vaunts to thee his paradise,