The poem about the Manor in Hradna

The Manor in Hradna by Jozef Kosar

Our old mansion, former school
the time of redemption has come for you
because a hoe and a saw cut into.

Oh, poor old Manor where is the time when noble guests enjoyed your glory,
instead you threaten by short story - memento mori.

You, the only monument of the former nobility,
witness how a human hand can turn you into indignity.

After all, you shall hope in restoration,
your purely new trusses will carry salvation.

And you will not stand here forsaken anymore,
when Mr Micura will hold for as a guarantor.

zdroj: Školská kronika.

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