ANCIENT SERVIAN SONG.
O my fountain, so fresh and cool,
O my rose, so rosy red!
Why art thou blown out so early?
None have I to pluck thee for!
If I plucked thee for my mother—
Ah, poor girl, I have no mother.
If I plucked thee for my sister—
Gone is my sister with her husband.
If I plucked thee for my brother—
To the war my brother’s gone.
If I plucked thee for my lover—
Gone 's my lover far away!
Far away, o’er three green mountains,
Far away, o’er three cool fountains!
Translated by Talvi.