"Song" (Continued) [Entirely in Ukrainian] pg. 44

With [our] sweetheart and in the house of our native land

Will the springtime hours never return?

When will they return[1], tell me, tell [me]

Because grieving is neither pleasure nor council

Oh, nights in a foreign country will be more loving[2] again then

When a happier calf goes down to the native land

In The Green May Time[3]

When I went in the evening to my beloved

The moon lit my way, the stars slept

My beloved was not yet sleeping,

Was waiting for me in the green grove

            When we met in the green grove

            We talked of my love [for her]

            The cuckoo called “cuckoo” from the beech

            Called out to [my] angel

            What’s it to you, cuckoo, to cuckoo at us?

            I enjoy my beloved once a week

            And you, by contrast, cuckoo every day

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[1] Literally “How must they”

[2] Or “kinder”

[3] In Czech in a different handwriting