Of his blue Fatherland, he breathes free air,
And hears the rustle of his wings.—Return
Unto thy home, O fowler! do not wait
To see the falcon in his narrow cage.”
The youth made end; with wonder Kiejstut heard,
And listened also Kiejstut’s daughter fair,
Aldona, young and lovely as a goddess.
The autumn passes, therewith evenings lengthen;
And Kiejstut’s daughter, as accustomed, sits
Among her sisters and her comrades’ train,