“My beloved father, close the gates,

Close the gates!

Do not let the Duke[[4]] come nigh—

Let not Wasylenko by.”

“Child beloved! Nay—he entreats

That I let him in, let him in.

Like the khmel, like the hop vines

Round the gates, see, he twines!

At the Table, like barwēnok.... Who allowed

Him to sit there? Proud—