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322 FOLK-SONGS OF ROUMANIA.
Then do I ask of Earth " Is the sleep sweet indeed That in thy lap we sleep ? " But, ah ! thou knowest Earth misliketh pity, And loves to hold her peace !
Wilt thou then answer in her stead, and say, " What do the birds, O mother,
Since I have gone to sleep ?
And the river with its pebbles,
Since I have gone to sleep ?
And thy broken heart, O mother,
Thy little heart, dear mother,
Since I have gone to sleep !
Does my father guide the oxen
Walking beside the ploughshare.
Since I have gone to sleep ? "
Oh, say all this to me ! Answer instead of Earth that knows no pity,
And loves to hold her peace.
The river went weeping, weeping, Ah, me, how it did weep ! But I would never heed it, The weeping of the river, Whilst thou were at my breast. The stars, poor stars, were weeping, But I would not hear their weeping, Whilst yet I heard thy voice.
And this other has a beautiful and touching sentiment : — |
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