Andrej SládkovičMarína, Stanza 41
I may abstain from your lips, I may not be given your hand, I may run far away in sorrow, I may become unkind, My lips may be dying of thirst, I may be grieving in solitude, I may entrap life in deserts, I may not live in my life, I may even obliterate myself: but I am incapable of not loving you!
Andrej SládkovičMarína, Stanza 38
My Marína! My silent spirit is not afraid of other worlds, it doesn't fear the volcanic smokes, nor does it fear of bloody armor, clean consciousness, flame of the worlds - peacefully awaits on the day of thunders, my peace will not perish in grave: But my whole world can be torn down by terrible shots of a single word, coming out of your mouth: „No!“
Andrej SládkovičMarína, Stanza 291
My dear Marína! Thus, so are we like the flames divine, like those flowers in cold ground, like the precious stones; the stars are falling, we, too, will fall, the flowers wither, and so will we wither, and jewels are covered by soil: But those stars did truly shine, and the flowers did have a nice life, and the diamond shall not rot in the soil!
Andrej SládkovičMarína, Stanza 72
You, young Slovakia, my birthplace and also the barrow (grave) of my bones! In you, I have two beautiful pictures as well as two great loves! As beautiful my maid is, As is my love towards her flaming inside me: so are you and so it is to you, fatherland! As you are beautiful, my land, as I like your youthfulness: so beautiful, lovable is Marína!
Andrej SládkovičMarína, Stanza 173
A new sun rises every day and nature rises from the dead; the spirit aches when greatness is born; freedom flowers from slavery: Desperate would be the life in eternal unity, the changes bring sweetness to life, what grows old , it wants to die, even a bitter loss brings a sweet gain: so the death only opens the glorious gates to immortality.
Andrej SládkovičMarína, Stanza 185
And what is youth? - Twenty five years? The vivid smoothness of pink cheeks? Or the power of limbs? Or steepness of the walk? All this shall just grow old! Youth is a living desire for beauty, it’s heavenly voice in earthly echo, it’s the holy unrest of the souls, it’s the greatness that seeks glory, it’s the garden of Eden with flowers of love, it’s an angel, covered in dust!