English Translation

XI. 130 One time, in my dream, I saw flags flying on your castle. There we were in suffering. But something said brightly: "The time comes when Prague will also stand in the middle of the kingdom," I saw the great Zvg, they all wore Lützow's black dress, Brentano-Eichendorff and Tieck, - and far one saw the kingdom of splendor blow into the country!... As Deutsehlandş poets wandered through Prague's alleys, as a freedom fighter, it was deeply involved in Germany's great destiny. Prague ́s heart felt the romance of youth weighed, and when his mouth shouted the victory of Leipzig, Prague had already found itself in the realm... I1X .X You, Prague, can't paint in words like any other old city. You have to shine with colours as Rubens has, your image on the smooth canvas. They must shine as if there is still a glamour of the day on pobtals, which sank in the darkness, which is already heavy and full in the picture, exudes from over-filled bowls. O play of light! The colours Fugue tints when wild spring carries cloud shadows, when moon sees the silver coat around you. There blooms weathered rock in the day, there you are sound and counter-sound,o Prague, and your castle stands high, crowned with splendor......