Markiian Shashkevych - To a primrose
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A tiny flower,
Begged of her mother,
The early Springtime:
“Mother, my dear one,
Grant my petition,
Give me good fortune,
Let me embellish
All of the meadow,
That I may shine there
Bright as the sunlight,
Lovely as starlight
Making the whole world
Gaze at my beauty!”
“Darling, my daughter,
How I lament you,
Beautiful creature!
Gusts will come fiercely,
Frosts will bite keenly,
Tempests will bellow.
Your beauty will wither,
Your face will grow dark then,
Drooping your forehead,
Shed all your petals—
Breaking my heart, dear!”
