On the Day of Kupalo.
II
Hai! On the Day of Ivan-Kupalo
A beautiful maid her fortune sought.
She plucked the flowers to make her garlands—
The Malva-flower and Lewbistok—
She strewed them on the river’s breast.
“Float, my wreath, with the wave’s swift flowing,
Straight to the window of my love—
Float to the heart of the one I love,