I salute thee, Serbian Duke, Mišic Živojin of Valjevo! Good luck to your dukedom Won in the fierce battle Where kingdoms were divided By sabres, With salvo from louder rifles Thunder of heavy artillery And war cries from heroes' throats. Bright be your cheek on divan And quick your sabre in combat, Let flowers grow from your hands, Honour and good name to your keen. Thank you heroic old man For your gift to the Hungarian: Slavory to some, death to others Some you threw into the Drina's waves, Few sent across it Naked to the Vienesse Tsar To tell him, wretched their mothers be,

How they had a good time in Serbia! And thank you, Serbian Duke, For taking away from them: rifles Few sent across it Naked to the Vienesse Tsar To tell him, wretched their mothers be, How they had a good time in Serbia! And thank you, Serbian Duke, For taking away from them: rifles Full ammunition wagons and heavy artillery And galleys-winged boats. Now Fieldmarshal leutenants beg Their Tsar in White Vienna Not to send army on Serbia! Long live, Serbian Duke! Vienna looks at you wide-eyed Your sabre rattles on your thighs; It can be heard far away Ringing to poor God.

Ova poema je objavljena u "Christmas issue of Pijemont", 24. decembra 1914 (prema starom kalendaru). Napisao ju je nepozati podnarednik, i poslao vojvodi, nakon velike pobjede srpske vojske u bici na Kolubari, kao čestitka na postavljenju za vojvodu.

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