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On a strip of pasture land By angelic mouths blessed, Down they come The hill overcome Sheep in three flocks With three shepherd boys-- One's Moldovan, One's Hungarian And one is Vranchan. But the Hungarian one And the Vranchan, Alas, did conspire And change thoughts dire By the setting sun To slay the other one-- Shepherd Moldovan. For braver he was, And had a larger flock Of sheep healthy and horned, And horses smart And dogs with more heart!.. But that dear Lamb With fair a curl For three days past Her mouth wouldn't shut, She likes not the grass. "My dear Lamb, in hassle Rests not your black muzzle! For three days past Your mouth wouldn't shut Or like you not the grass, Or, my precious, I fear Aught ails you, dear?" "Dear master of flock, bring over your stock To the valley dark For the grass we can mark For you--shadow to park. Be prepared, my lord, And take you a dog With more courage than others, And the like of a brother-- For at the end of day You will they slay-- The shepherd Vranchan And the Hungarian!" "Be you fairy indeed, Lambie with rough wool to feel, May I chance to die, In bristle-grass to lie, Do tell the Vranchan And the Hungarian To bury me near, Not far from here, In the fold of sheep That near you I be, At the back of the pen That I hear my dog-friends. Tell them these And at my head release Beech-wood pipe, Whose dear song I like! Bone flute, Whose love song is true! Elder pipe Whose passion's alive! The wind will blow Through them will flow, My sheep here will meet, For me will they weep With eyes that will bleed! But you of the killing Do spare the'r feeling. Tell them sincere-- I wed a dear, 'Twas the beauty itself Who would kneel the world; And a star did fall At my wedding ball; The moon and the sun Put my wedding wreath on; Trees with lofty crests Did I have as guests; As priests--lofty mounts; Lovely birds--as lyrants, Thousands of birds, And the stars--lanterns! But if you'll meet Or notice indeed A mother aged, Woolen belt round'er waist, With eyes full of tears Disturbed and in fear Asking every ear Telling all to hear: Who of you did know Who did ever note A handsome shepherd boy, His waist--as of a toy? The whiteness of his face-- Foaming milk; and else, His mustache, O dear, As the wheat's ear; His hair, so true, Of the raven's hue; His eyes so sweet, The blackberry of fields! You, my dear Lamb, Take pity on her And tell her sincere-- That I wed a dear, A princess of a land By angels blessed. But the mother's ear Tell you not, my dear, That a star did fall At my wedding ball, And I had as guests The moon and the sun Put my wedding wreath on; Trees with lofty crests, As bishops--lofty mounts, Lovely birds--as lyrants, Thousand of birds, And the stars--lanterns!.." |
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Pe-un picior de plai, Pe-o gurã de rai, Iatã vin în cale Se cobor la vale Trei turme de miei Cu trei ciobãnei. Unu-i Moldovean, Unu-i Ungurean, Si unu-i Vrâncean. Dar cel Ungurean Si cu cel Vrâncean Mãri se vorbirã Si se sfãtuirã Pe l-apus de soare Ca sã mi-l omoare Pe cel Moldovan Cã-i mai ortoman Si-are oi mai multe Mândre si cornute Si cai invãtati Si cîni mai bãrbati Dare cea mioritã Cu lânã plãvitã De trei zile-ncoace Gura nu-i mai tace Iarba nu-i mai place. "Mioritã laie, Laie bucãlaie, De trei zile-ncoace Gura nu-ti mai tace. Ori iarba nu-ti mai place Ori esti bolnãvioarã Drãgutã mioarã?" "Drãgutule bace Dã-ti oile-n-coace La negru zãvoi Cã-i iarba de noi Si umbrã de voi. Stãpâne, stãpâne, Iti cheamã si-un câne Cel mai bãrbãtesc Si cel mai frãtesc Cã l-apus de soare Vre sã mi te-omoare Baciul Ungurean Si cu cel Vrâncean!" "Oitã bârsanã De esti nãzdrãvanã, Si de-o fi sã mor În câmp de mohor, Sã-i spui lui Vrãncean Si lui Ungurean Ca sã mã îngroape Aice pe-aproape In strungã de oi Sã fiu tot cu voi In dosul stânii Sã-mi aud cânii Aste sã le spui, Si la cap sã-mi pui Fluieras de fag Mult zice cu drag! Fluieras de os Mult zice duios! Fluieras de soc Sã-mi cânte cu foc! Vântul când a bate Prin ele-a rãzbate; Oile s-or strânge, Pe mine m-or plânge Cu lacrimi de sânge! Iar tu de omor Sã nu le spui lor. Sã le spui curat -- Cã m-am însurat C-o mãndrã crãiasã A lumii mireasã Cã la nunta mea Au cãzut o stea; Soarele si luna Mi-au tinut cununa Brazi si pãltinasi Am avut nuntasi Preoti--muntii mari Paseri--lãutari Pãsãrele mii, Si stele fãclii! Dar dacã-i zãri Ori oi întâlni Mãicutã bãtrânã Cu brâul de lânã Din ochi lãcrimând, Pe câmpi alergând Pe toti întrebând Si la toti zicând: "Cine mi-a vãzut, Cine-a cunoscut, Mândru ciobãnel Tras ca prin inel? Fetisoara lui-- Spuma laptelui, Mustetioara lui-- Spicul grâului Perisorul lui-- Peana corbului Ochisorii lui-- Mura câmpului!..." Tu, mioara mea Sã te-nduri de ea Si spune-i curat Cã m-am însurat C-o fatã de crai Pe-o gurã de rai Iar la cea mãicutã Sã nu-i spui, drãgutã, Cã la nunta mea A cãzut o stea; Soarele si luna Mi-au tinut cununa Brazi si pãltinasi Am avut nuntasi Preoti--muntii mari Paseri--lãutari Pãsãrele mii, Si stele fãclii!.." |