Toman, Karel: September (Zárí in English)
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Zárí (Czech)Můj bratr dooral a vyzpráh koně. A j ak se stmívá, věrnému druhu hlavu do hřívy položil tiše, pohladil mu šiji a zaposlouchal se, co mluví kraj. Zní zvony z dálky tichým svatvečerem; modlitba vesnic stoupá chladným šerem. Duch země zpívá: úzkost, vira, bolest v jediný chorál slily se a letí k věčnému nebi. Svatý Václave, nedej zahynouti nám ni budoucím. |
September (English)My brother has finished his ploughing, unharnessed the horses;
and now, in the gathering darkness has quietly laid his head on the mane of his comrade smoothing the neck; and begins to listen to the voice of the country around him. Far away sound the bells for the peaceful Eve of the Festival. Through chill evening air arises the prayer of the villagers, and the soul of the earth is in song: all anguish and faith and sorrow are blended in one great hymn, and are soaring up to the eternal skies. Wenceslas, Holy one, do not leave it to die into silence for ourselves, or for men hereafter. |
