Husicka Diwoka Letêla Z Wysoka
A wild goose from the heavens dismounting,
Drank the fresh water of our fountain.
Drank the fresh stream and left the troubled:
My thoughts of love for thee were doubled.
My thoughts for thee — for thee, my lover!
All else I pass regardless over.
Fain would I wed — but they impede me;
And say — that love to want will lead me.
To want and woe — no bread — no baking —
No gathering hay — no harvest-making.
That want shall waste — and labor fag me —
And by my hair my husband drag me,
Drank the fresh water of our fountain.
Drank the fresh stream and left the troubled:
My thoughts of love for thee were doubled.
My thoughts for thee — for thee, my lover!
All else I pass regardless over.
Fain would I wed — but they impede me;
And say — that love to want will lead me.
To want and woe — no bread — no baking —
No gathering hay — no harvest-making.
That want shall waste — and labor fag me —
And by my hair my husband drag me,
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