To The Groom! (Continued) pg. 11

Whether they will place their heart in another

Whether in the future they will satisfy them

            So quickly, so fast

            The year run in rapids[1]

            Like the little clouds in the sky

            Like the water in a stream

And love for you

Like a little flower in springtime

            In my heart, every day

            The plant unfolds

As many stars as burn in heaven

In the serenity of night

As many fish as [there are] where the river sinks

In the clear water

As many moments of life as I [can] count

That many happinesses[2] I wish you

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[1] The word translated here as “rapids” is Ukrainian in origin.

[2] Or, “that much good fortune”