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Na Serbsku Łužicu by Handrij Zejler

Intro and Translation by Charles Wukasch, Phd.

Friday 22 August 2014 at 9:24 pm.

Handrij Zejler is considered one of the leading Wendish poets. His German name was Andreas Seiler (Seiler means "ropemaker" in German.) Born in 1804, he later studied to be a Lutheran pastor at the University of Leipzig (Pastor Kilian's university). It was ironic that he studied on a scholarship furnished by a Catholic friend.

Zejler married late in life, at the age of 50, but outlived his younger wife. They had two daughters. He died in 1872.

His famous poem "Na Serbsku Łužicu" was later set to music and served as the national anthem of the Wends.

Na Serbsku Łužicu

Rjana Łužicu,

sprawna, přećelna,

mojich serskich wótcow kraj,

mojich zbóžnych sonow raj,

swjate su mi twoje hona.

 

Bitwu bijachu

horcu, železnu

něhdy serscy wótcojo,

wójnske spěwy spěwajo.

Štó ha pójda waše spěwy?

 

Zrudny syłobik

ma nětk Hromadnik,

sowa łaka z Prašicy,

ma tam swoje škałoby.

Hori, što wój pomnitaj?

 

Boha Čorneho

stare kralestwo

rapak nětko wobydli.

Stary moch so zeleni

na skali, kiž wołtar běše.

 

K luda nadobi

njejsu zhódali

hódakojo, što so ma

dočakać wot přichoda.

Sami nětk sej wěšćić mamy!

 

Časo přichodny,

budźeš zakćěć ty?

Ow, zo bychu z twojeho

klina wušli mužojo,

hódni wěčnoh wopomnika!

 

To Wendish Lusatia

Lusatia fair,

We honor thee:

Our Wendish fathers' land,

Our heaven here on earth,

How holy is this place!

 

They fought the fight

With fiery steel,

Our Wendish fathers brave.

They sang their martial songs -

Their songs of war and death.

 

A nightingale

So very sad

Keeps watch with guardian owls -

From Hromadnik so high,

And Prashec's lovely heights.

 

Mt. Cherneboh,

That mountain high,

Its cliffs are altars large.

But this our kingdom old,

A scoundrel now does rule.

 

The prophets wise

No puzzles solved.

Such loftiness deceives.

But from the future dim,

These lessons we must learn.

 

In future years

Lusatia fair

Will give us men of truth.

And our dear land will be

A lasting monument.

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