In the Green May Time (Continued) [Written entirely in Czech] pg. 45

When we had had our pleasure

My beloved began to cry

Forego, my beloved, going home this evening

Wait until it’s near morning

            We walked through the green arbor

            That pale moon no longer sees us

            It said, I don’t know, I don’t see

            That she met with [her] beloved

Memories of Youth[1]

The mountains resounded, the forests roared

Where did you go, my youthful hours?

[Those] hours, my hours, did not enjoy beauty

My youthful years did not enjoy the world

Youth [so] precious, precious, youth

We turned out as if in vain

We turned out to be in vain, things neglected me

Youth, precious youth, where did you get lost?

As if it had thrown that stone into the water

Even if that stone had turned around in the water
My youth will never come back

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[1] In Czech in a different handwriting