I sing the bitter war that Svatopluk with Karolman
Waged, and how victorious, himself and his whole nation
From German yoke did liberate to independence,
Father of the great kingdom of the manly Slovaks.
Sweet Umka, if ever Thou didst deign inspire my songs,
Come to my aid now! For Thou knowest well the martial
Spirit, having thy residence on Bílá Hora
Or Kobyla or Devín, where Thou once gazed thy fill
On frightful armies massed! Come, shed thy light upon me,
Waft gentle inspiration, dispel the darknesses
That I may sing of those heroes who, up until now,
Have had no worthy bard to tell their mighty battles,
And of Svatopluk, who from sad and gloomy dungeon
Was raised to royal dignity, set upon a throne.
O Thou, who hast the fullest skill and kenning of deeds
Famous and ancient of our forefathers, O Delight
Surpassing all delight, great Glory of our nation!
Look now upon me with clement eye, and if only
Thou hast a moment free from toiling with the mighty
Bards of the great Lord God, and the clamorous appeals
Of the more humble rhymers beggi