Go not thou to-morrow to Boyana!
Carry not their rations to the workmen!
Else in earliest youth thy friend might lose thee!
Thou might be immured in the foundation!”
Faithful to his oath, young Goïko whisper’d
Not a breath to warn his lovely consort.
When the morning dawn’d upon the morrow,
All the brothers roused them at the day-break,
And each sped, as wont, to the Boyana.
Now, behold! two young and noble women;