Prince Marko and the Vila
Heroic Ballads of Serbia
George Rapall Noyes & Leonard Bacon
Two sworn brothers were riding over Miroch, the mountain fair;
Voývoda Milosh and Marko were the two heroes there.
Side by side the steeds did they ride as they bore the spears that day;
One kissed the face of the other: such loving brothers were they.
Then Marko on Dapple yearned to sleep; he spake to his brother sworn:
“Voývoda Milosh, heavily by sleep am I overborne.
Sing to me, brother, and cheer me.”
“Prince Marko, brother mine,”
Said Milosh, “I would sing to thee, but, Marko, I drank the wine
In the mountain with Ravíyoyla, the vila, yesternight.
She forbade me; if she hears me, my throat and heart will she smite.”
Prince Marko spake: “Sing brother, nor ever the vila fear,
While Dapple and I and the war-club with six gold knobs are here.”
Then sang Milosh, the voývoda, a great and beautiful song
Of our elders and our betters that held the kingdom long