I will enter quietly, praying to God,
On four sides bowing to the forest,
In a strange hut
Seek your destiny!
In that hut weeps, melancholy rushes about,
Plot on the air, with runes board.
I will soon release the captive,
But I'll find shelter first.
I'll whisper an order in my ear,
Fulfill, free, scat, this time!
Let my beloved, oh, neither eat nor drink,
Let his heart only call me
And peace is only a dream, in vain, not to be found,
Only to me let all his paths lie!
Captive longing
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2023
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