"Alas, how long nights are! When sleeping near to sister; On nine soft mattresses, On nine softest cushions, 'Neath nine fine coverlets."
Cyclone downward rumbling, All the castle trembling. In castle is a girl Crying, never ceasing: "Alas, how short the nights are! Sleeping with my darling, Just on single mattress, On a single pillow, 'Neath a single cover." B. S. S.
CLVIII
DAWN AWAKENED LAZAR[[57]]
'Wakening Lazar dawn was stealing: "Get up, Lazar; rise up, Lazar! Horse of thine has thirst for water." Forthwith up leaps Lazar quickly, Grasps his horse's bridle lightly, Leading horse, he goes to water, But at water's edge was maiden, With his foot he touched hers gently, Kissed the while her black eyes sparkling, Clasping her about the bosom. B. S. S.
CLIX
A DEVILISH YOUNG MATRON[[58]]
When I lived a girl with mother, Good advice was given me often, That I should not drink the red wine, That I should not wear green wreathlets, That I shouldn't kiss a stranger. But I poor girl deeply thinking over: There's no red cheek without red wine sparkling, There's no pleasure without green wreath glistening, Neither amour without stranger wooer. B. S. S.