Canes have started rustling on the river bank,
Princess-girl is crying with her face pale, blank.
Pretty girl has chanted «loves me — loves me not»,
The unwoven flowers down the river float.
She is not to marry later in the spring,
Goblin has foretold a very frightening thing.
Mice have stripped the birch-tree of the bark, so hard,
They have frightened girlie out of the yard.
Horses fight, so threateningly jerking their heads,
Ah, dark hair is what goblin really hates.
Incense smell is coming from the nearby groves,
Loud winds are singing their dirge-like songs.
On the river bank she sadly walks around,
As the foamy wave is spinning her a shroud.
Зашумели над затоном тростники.
Плачет девушка-царевна у реки.
Погадала красна девица в семик.
Расплела волна венок из повилик.
Ах, не выйти в жены девушке весной,
Запугал ее приметами лесной:
На березке пообъедена кора, —
Выживают мыши девушку с двора.
Бьются кони, грозно машут головой, —
Ой, не любит черны косы домовой.
Запах ладана от рощи ели льют,
Звонки ветры панихидную поют.
Ходит девушка по бережку грустна,
Ткет ей саван нежнопенная волна.
«A day of heat. The woods burning. Time / Hanging heavy. From a neighboring plot / A cock was crowing. I went through the gate. / There, on the bench, his back against the fence, / A wandering Serb, dark-skinned and lean, sat dozing. / A heavy silver crucifix hung down / Among the rolling...»
«The snow has drifted. Quietness descends. / Blind walls beside the alley here, and empty ground. / Here comes a man. To take the knife and stab him now! / — Without a sound he’ll lean against the fence, / Then slowly sink onto his knees, and lie face down. / The snowy breath that stirs...»
«I I had lots of fun today: / First the thief who pinched a pullet / From that hag across the way; / Then the horse — they tried to pull it — / Jumped and bolted like a bullet; / And the kite has flown away. But — the thief is no more free, / They have locked him in a cell; / Fo...»
«Twilight was turning to darkness outside. / Under the eaves a window banged wide. A curtain was lifted, a light briefly shone, / A swift shadow fell down the wall and was gone. Happy the man who falls head first to death: / At least for a moment his viewpoint is fresh.»