Once upon a time it bloomed in the eastern kingdom
Young maiden, playful, cheerful,
More beautiful than all her peers with the beauty of her face,
The joy and pride of a noble father.
Only, you know, the law is not written to the heart:
A rootless man is in love with the ruler's daughter:
Virgo burns with reciprocal love;
“He is my chosen one,” he says to his father,
"He, not the other one -
My betrothed!”
The nobleman shouted: “That won’t happen!
It’s easier for me to bury you in the ground!
I don’t want to call a beggar my son-in-law,
I will imprison you in a strong tower.”
A stone, a rock... What is a rock of passion?
The maiden is all the more sweet to the young man,
The bride burns with ardent tenderness:
“He is my desired one,” he says to his father,
"He, not the other one -
My betrothed!”
A despot is more gloomy than a gloomy night,
He puts his daughter in a cramped tower:
“Apart from my beloved, away from people,
The whim will subside from her. He will cool off towards her...”
There are no walls or castle for love;
Only melancholy inflames desire,
The maiden in her seclusion burns with passion;
“He is my beloved,” he says to his father, “
"He, not the other one -
My betrothed!”
The autocratic spirit was overshadowed by darkness;
Pride drives the ruler crazy:
The tower where you jealously guarded your treasure,
With a vengeful hand the madman set fire...
What's hotter than prison for love?
She herself is burning with an ardent fire!
The prisoner in the stuffy dungeon is burning,
Oaths of vow, burning, creates:
"He, not the other one -
My betrothed!”
The formidable tower burned to the ground;
What once bloomed has decayed into ashes.
Only - oh, the miracle of an unknown gift! —
The living heart was not touched by the fire...
Bitter smoke is spreading from the fire;
The young man cries over the gray ashes.
He cried for a long time; sadness froze;
The distant distance beckoned us on our way...
"He, not the other one -
My betrothed!”
Tender secret! Beneath the cold ash
What will shake—isn’t it the heart—at times?
The hot heart in the fire is saved;
Only it is hidden under the ashes.
Living hearts from dormant forces, -
As if from a root that watered a spring
Tears in abundance - at a mysterious time
A beautiful and light flower has grown:
Fire poppy;
Its depth is darkness...
Wanders through alien lands
The young man, not knowing the goal himself,
Looking around, where is my beloved?
Darling doesn’t see anywhere anywhere!
In dreams of tenderness he bows his head;
But there is only hopelessness in reality.
Death is not the end of true love;
Feelings are not extinguished by the heavenly crown.
To this limit
The sigh came...
The moan flew to her and touched her,
The shadow leaves its home,
He goes to see his sweetheart, yearning, in a dream,
Fragrant like spring,
He says: “Listen, my sad man, to the covenant!
A scarlet blossom grew over my ashes.
He hides the heart of the burnt virgin.
I will intoxicate you with my life.
In the juice of fire
Drink me!
Honey bliss, melting spells
Hops are a miraculous, healing gift
Squeeze and drink from a flower with a bee:
The black soul will leave melancholy,
This way you will be saved and overcome sorrow.
The magical distance will wash away the earthly;
Her beauty does not fade;
You will experience peace and bliss -
In the thin distance
The best land!..”
Tender secret, you are dear to my heart!
The wanderer's soul became cheerful.
Forever intoxicated with the treasured juice,
He is strong-willed, carefree and courageous.
In the change of everyday melancholy will rise, -
The joy behind her is deep, like heaven.
The previous burden will not satisfy him,
The old flame does not burn him, -
In the thin distance
The best land...
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru