The Building of Ravánitsa
Heroic Ballads of Serbia
George Rapall Noyes & Leonard Bacon
To celebrate the holy tide, Tsar Lazarus is gone
To Krúshevats, the fortress of many-colored stone;
To the birthfeast of St. Amos he summons all the lords
By letter and salutation that with their rank accords.
And all the lords of Serbia were gathered at that place.
He set them at the tables, by greatness and by grace.
At the head of the good table the good Tsar Lazar sat;
The lords were set beside him to drink the wine thereat;
And they spake of all good tidings what time the wine ran free.
Tsáritsa Mílitsa stepped forth, and through the hall came she.
Girded was she with girdles nine, nine chains her neck did fold,
Nine pendants hung about her brows from the coronet of gold,
And the three summits of the crown were set with a precious stone
That shone by night as broad and bright as in the day the sun.
And she spoke to the glorious Lazarus:
“Abashed am I to-day