DIREFUL SICKNESS[[44]]
What shall I do, what shall I do? My nights are sleepless, My heart is so restless— Ah, sorrow, anew, I'll die, My love, for you. B. S. S.
CXLVI
ALL AS IT SHOULD BE[[45]]
When the sun sets at even, My love is just coming to me And when the moon has passed Heaven My lover is going from me. So the paths are all darken'd with shadow, Just as it should be, should be In shadow that no one can see. B. S. S.
CXLVII
BEAUTY PREENS HERSELF[[46]]
For whom powders face so lovely, Beauty? For whom has she dropped her hair on shoulder, For whom is she wearing charms in bosom? Is it for Valach, or for a Magyar? It is not for Valach nor for Magyar, It is for this Stojan, mighty reaper, Who in Kolo always takes the leadship, When he's playing, every heart is touched. When he's dancing, dances like a puppet. B. S. S.