We never mourned you. Never collected your scattered bones. Your candles were never lit. 

The incense never burnt. We never spilled rakia on your graves. 

Dacha was never served on your graves, nor did we adorn you with wreaths of flowers.  We never installed your headstones. Who tells stories about you? Who sheds tears for you?

Now, I see you now. Now, we speak of you. We invoke you now and wail for you.

We light the candles and burn the incense.

We wash your wounds with Holy Water, offer wine and rakia to your spirits, nourish you with bread.

We heal your souls with honey. We give you strength with tobacco. We offer you milk and the healing flowers of immortelle, to bring you joy and color.

Raise up now, speak to us! Show us the Way. Empower us. Make us wise.

Heal us so that we can become whole again.

Oh, our beloved men, our bravest, strongest, most powerful among us! Our toughest, ablest, manliest, healthiest! The greatest and most beautiful!

You defended our land and fed it with your bodies. Your bones, muscles, and your seed are part of this land now, which feeds and nourishes us. It feeds us with grains and fruits, rakia and honey. It feeds us with your power and steadiness, skill and wisdom. Feeds us with your honesty and grace, stamina and health. It nourishes us with the Covenant made with Motherland and Mother Earth, the Covenant of Blood and Soil.

Let us not break that age-long chain! Let us not sever our roots, lest that which sustains our life juices dries up. Let us not become ghosts, mere shells void of identity and ancestral tradition.

If we were to you, and if we were to lose our land, the dark vilayet will take over and rule. Then, the enemy ruled by Satan, oh sweet Motherland and Mother Earth, will unearth you, plow over the graves of our ancestors, and devour your future children.

Bless us, Mother Earth. Save us, Heavenly Father.

Revive and heal us. Restore the virtuous and noble male principle within us all! Raise HIM so that he can protect us all from the evil, both visible and invisible. Institute and strengthen our honorable and noble protectors! Raise up those our lighthouses and compasses, guiding and showing us the way, so that we may grow towards the Heavenly Father. Mother Earth, we pray to you to use your medicine and heal the wounded male principle. Heal HIM with your balms made from plants, animals, women, and brothers.

May he rise, remedy, restore and come to his full power, and be completely healed, God willing!

So that he can built us a house on this land, and we can make it our true home, by Your grace, oh God.

So that he gives us his healthy seed, and we may give birth to healthy offspring, oh God, by Your grace.

So that he can defend us, save and protect us, and that we can unite as one, and multiply abundantly into many, God willing!

Let us remember WHO WE ARE, GOOD GOD WILLING.

May we endure and live on, healthy, true and noble, forever and ever, by Your grace, dear Lord.

Amen.