BOHEMIAN
ANCIENT SONG.
O ye forests, dark-green forests,
Miletinish forests!
Why in summer, and in winter,
Are ye green and blooming?
O! I would not weep and cry,
Nor torment my heart.
But now tell me, good folk, tell me,
How should not I cry?
Ah! where is my dear father?
Woe! he lies deep buried.
Where my mother? O good mother!
O’er her grows the grass!
Brothers have I not, nor sisters,
And my lad is gone!
Translated by Talvi.