Editing Máj (section)

====Translation (artistic)====
Late evening, on the first of May—

The twilit May—the time of love.

Meltingly called the turtle-dove,

Where rich and sweet pinewoods lay.

Whispered of love the mosses frail,

The flowering tree as sweetly lied,

The rose's fragrant sigh replied

To love-songs of the nightingale.

In shadowy woods the burnished lake

Darkly complained a secret pain,

By circling shores embraced again;

And heaven's clear sun leaned down to take

A road astray in azure deeps,

Like burning tears the lover weeps.<ref>{{Cite web|url=https://www.lupomesky.cz/maj/may.html|title=Karel Hynek Macha - May|website=www.lupomesky.cz|access-date=2020-04-06}}</ref>