The English translation of the Slovak poetry in the mark is "And she came to me softly, garbed in lilies, As unassuming as the skylark's song, And the snowy wings of a dove, And knocked on my door ... Ever shall I admire your beauty, and from it always, Extract the sweetest pleasure, the sweetest consolation, Always to sing to you, to pipe the grateful life, And from a spring-full heart to pour the purest joy, Youthful Slovakia, where first I breathed, And where my bones shall rest! And as he sees about him nothing but beauty and pure, From Tatra's crest swift eagles plunge to the plains below, Down from the craggy summits crowned with eternal snow; They soar beyond broad Danube, beyond that stream they chase, and poise at last to plummet where dwells the Slovak race".