The boughs of the spruce shaking over the ground, The birds apprehensively tweeting... You live in a wildwood forever spellbound From which not a pathway is leading. Let the cherry be drying her leaves in mid air, Let the lilac her bounty be spilling - All the same I am going to fetch you from here To a palace where reedpipes are trilling. Sly shamans are keeping you under a spell Secluded from me and from sunlight. You fancy no land would become you so well As this of a thousand-and-one-nights. Let no dew on the grass of a morning appear, Let the moon fear a cloudy commotion - All the same I am going to fetch you from here To a tower with a view of the ocean. O when will you break through the tangle of charms Right out to the spot of our meeting? O when will I carry you off in my arms To where not a track will be leading? I will steal you! if stealing appeals to your heart - Or in vain have I spent so much power?!.. Come, agree to a warm little heaven in a hut, If there is no more palace or tower.
Genia Gurarie. Translation, ?