Prince
Stefan Lazarevic
(1377-1427), the son of Prince Lazar was a poet and a
ruler of Serbia. He had only 12 years when his father
was killed in the battle of Kosovo and little Stefan
probably never get to learn his dad like he wanted to.
Being a
poet as well as the ruler of Serbia, Prince Stefan
felt that he had to pay a tribute to his father and
all those knights and men that died in the greatest
battle of the time. He erected a pillar at the field
where two armies clashed with the poem engraved in the
cross.
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You, the man who walks
on this Serbian land,
No matter if you are a newcomer or native,
No matter who you are or what you are,
When you reach this field,
By the name of Kosovo,
You will see many dead bones,
And stony nature surrounding them,
And me in the shape of a cross.
You will see me standing upright in the center of this
field,
So you cannot overlook or pass by me,
As though I was something idle or insignificant.
So please, come near me oh, dear one,
And see the words I am bearing,
And you will comprehend the reason,
How and why I am standing here,
Because I am telling the truth to you,
No living man could tell you better,
I will tell you everything that happened.
Somewhere around here there was a great nobleman,
Whom all in the land wondered, a Serbian hero
Called Lazar, great prince,
Constant pillar of the Faith,
Open sea of the goodness and deepness of wisdom,
Fiery mind and the protector of the foreigners,
The feeder of the hungry, gentle for the rough,
The counselor and the keeper,
Who loved everything Christ loved,
Who walked alone by his own will,
And with his numerous knights
Whom he commanded.
Good husbands, brave husbands,
Husbands both in words and deeds,
Who shone like those bright stars,
Like ground covered with colored flowers,
Dressed in gold and diamonds,
Many selected horses with golden saddles,
Along with their excellent riders,
Noble and glorious,
Like the Shepherds Protector,
He leads his spiritual lambs
To die in Christ
And accept the chaplet of suffering,
And take part in the higher glory.
Like one the whole army marched,
With the great and fine gentleman in front,
With good soul and stone-hard faith,
As if they saw a magnificent hall or food they
approached the enemy,
And stepped on a real snake,
And killed the wild beast and great opponent
Always hungry enemy,
Called Amurat and his son,
The beast and a child of a snake
Puppy of a lion and everything else,
And many others with them too.
Oh, wonders of God's faith,
Brave sufferer was caught,
By unlawful Agareninan hands,
He accepted the end with dignity,
And became the Christ's sufferer,
Great Prince Lazar.
No one other executed him but
The very hand of the murderer, Amurat's son
And all this was over,
In the year of our God 6897, 12th indict, 15th month,
Tuesday,
And the hour was the 6th or the 7th,
I do not know, God does.
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