Jovan Jovanovic Zmaj

;Tell me, tell   ;Tell me, tell, ;How should I call you; ;Tell me, which ;Name I should give you, - ;Will I my "pride" ;Or my "strength" veneer, ;Or will I "treasure" ;Or "my little deer", ;Will I "soul", ;or "my dear" - ;Tell me, which ;name I should give you! ;Each of these is a sweet ;And beautiful name ;with which a Serb ;His gold will nickname; ;But I would spend ;One whole life ;Searching for beautier, ;Prouder and sweeter, ;Dearer name, ;yet unheard by world ;to call with it ;my flower yet furled.

;Roses VII   ;Moonlight, - but without the moon; ;My sweet dear dreamt a green wreath here, ;And in sleep she laughed a little bit, - ;That's what made the midnight lit.

;How nice is...   ;How nice is ;this world around, ;here's a meadow, ;flowers abound; ;there's a field, ;and here a glade, ;there is sun, ;and here a shade! ;There is Danube, ;with gold laden, ;Here is grass, ;and here a garden, ;A nightingale ;sings its lolliby. ;We listen it, ;my friend and I.

;Plant a tree   ;Where you find a nice place, ;there you plant a tree! ;For a tree is generous, ;and so it will give.   ;It wil give plentyfully ;its sweet fruit and shade, ;it will give either to you ;or to your brother.