Scherzo Grieg
Whenever you go there
Tell her in gentle tone
The garden’s chilled with autumn mists
And he’s alone.
And the enchanted flowers
Have withered too
Have withered too, my untouched love,
In dreams of you.
Whenever you go there
Tell her in gentle tone
The garden’s chilled with autumn mists
And he’s alone.
Don’t wait for replies
And quietly mention that
With autumn days he’ll surely close
His empty eyes.
And let this happy news
Upset her not at all
About him and his dreams of you
Departing in the fall.
Pencho Slaveikov
He loves her
He loves her – This when he heard
A sad smile on his lips trembled
The result of a casually spoken word
Pain nudged his heart and it stumbled.
He loves her – This when she heard
She shrugged – her heart never stumbled
The result of a stranger’s thoughtless word
An icy laugh on her lips trembled.
Pencho Slaveikov
translation by Christopher Buxton