when the old day is dying;
it is sowing its shadows
and reaping a collections of pearls.
My song resonates with longing
while my feet roam distant lands.
My homeland is in the distant wilderness
– my song stirs with nationalism.
My song loudly resounds of love
while unplanned storms hasten.
I’m glad for the freedom that I no longer have
a portion in the dying of a brother.
Poem by Adolf Heyduk,
born in Pisek
