Lazar of Serbia

"Whoever is a Serb and of Serb birth, And of Serb blood and heritage, And comes not to the Battle of Kosovo, May he never have the progeny his heart desires, Neither son nor daughter! May nothing grow that his hand sows, Neither dark wine nor white wheat! And let him be cursed from all ages to all ages!"

"Bitter was the tsar’s curse to hear; aye! and a word of woe: "Who comes not to the battle with me at Kósovo, Let nothing grow beneath his hand in the field that he shall till; Let not the white wheat spring in the field, nor the vine shoot on the hill!""