"Dubravy, where in the silence of freedom ... "
Magic of first love!..
Wieland.
Dubravy, where in the silence of freedom
I met with happiness every day,
Stepping back to your vaults,
Under the shadow of your friendly. —
And for[me] resurrected joy,
And the soul excited again
My lost Mladost,
Tosca painful sweetness
[And the hearts of the first] love.
Muses secluded Lover,
In a<ени пленительных> dubrav,
I was a witness of emotion
Her [mladenčeskih] fun.
She blossomed in front of me,
AND <я> marvelous beauty
Already guessed dream
Another obscure features,
And the thought of her animated
[my] the first sound of harp
[And the mystery of the heart learned].
