Előszó
The summer's sun descends with burning glow
Upon the hamlet's shepherd-lad below*
No need for it howe'er, he anyway
Feels warm enough without the sun's fierce ray.
The flame of love glows in...
Tovább
Előszó
The summer's sun descends with burning glow
Upon the hamlet's shepherd-lad below*
No need for it howe'er, he anyway
Feels warm enough without the sun's fierce ray.
The flame of love glows in his youthful soul;
A browsing herd is under his control*
His sheep-skin cloak he spreads upon the grass
Reclining on it he thinks of his lass*
Around him waves a sea of flowers bright,
The flowers though do not arrest his sight*
Stone's throw from him runneth a babbling brook
To which with eager eyes he casts his look*
He cares not for the brooklet's silver-sheen*
A fair blonde maid he on its shore hath seen,
He gazes at her figure full of grace,
Her flowing locks, round breast and beauteous face*
The maiden's skirt is rolled up to her knee,
— Washing her linen sheets she would be free, —
Her bare feet were a most inspiring sight
To Kukoricza John's heartfelt delight*
The shepherd lad, reclining on the lawn,
"Who could he be? Our Kukoricza John!
In her, who in the brooklet laves her sheet,
Helen, his fond heart's pearly gem we greet*
Vissza