«God, who created me from sodden clay. / Has from the earth not set me free. / All that my earth, its dales and peaks display. / As my own self, is dear to me. When to a distant road my glances flit, / It seems to me I understand / All rolling wheels, all stones and steps on it. / As if ...»
«Inside a jar with painted flowers / A surly servant carries wine. / In skies above the darkness lowers, / The road is rough and no stars shine. / With straining eyes to guide his going. / He peers into the darkness dim. / Lest the wine flood and overflowing / Drip down and soak his bre...»
«She was in a village by a forest side. / She knocked at the doors and loudly she cried... / It was growing dark; she was terrified. / The grim doors were shut, and entrance was denied. For a long, long time she wandered far and wide. / Oh lonely it was in the darkness to abide / With grim...»
«Running barefoot all the day, / Time for him to go to bed. / We must wash the dust away, / While he droops his little head. / I will sing, and all for you, / Bayú-bayushkl-bayú. Who is tapping at the door? / I can guess. It’s only Sleep. / Hair of flax and hand...»