Classic Poem

Without saddle, without stirrup,
See, how swift the Csikos flashes!
Has he wings, my little courser,
That with such mad speed he dashes?

Far around my whip's sharp cracking
Echoes! and the wolf in haste
Leaves in peace his mangled booty,
For he scents a fearful guest.

Clouds are racing high in heaven,
Swift as they my merry steed!
Who would be so bold to wager
Which goes at the greatest speed?

Deep in the wood, where, in a tavern,
Dark with smoke, guitars are play'd,
Lives a girl I think of blithely,
She who waits as servant maid.

Up and down the stair she dances,
And the jugs and mugs hands she;
And like her there's none so lively,
In the whole of Hungary.

Dresi, Dresi, merry lassie,
Hear'st thou not the cracking whip?
Stroke the hair back from thy forehead,
Leave the guest with thirsty lip.

Hark! through the wood he bursts, and flying,
Flying comes — thy Janos, thine!
Huzza, Gipsies! bow like wild-fire!
Dance, and bright Hungarian wine!