It is a beautiful day in Prague town,
inviting all youth to free themselves
from the grasp of ruthless work
and lye down onto a carpet of delicate grass,
closed-eyed.
O, hear! the joyful melodies of birds
sitting on the fence.
Oh, think! of the wind,
softly rushing through the yellowing leaves.
O, smell! the fresh breeze from the trees
and the scent of blooming flowers.
O, feel! the warm sunlight
lingering on your skin.
Imagine you, getting lost
in the maze of the mortal moment.
***
I leave Thee,
my newly-found, beloved homeland,
my dearest. Reason to rejoice.
Do not fear, I shall return soon
and love Thee more than ever before.
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