"Why do you wail, o forest trees,
Forest, without rain or breeze,
Your branches ill at ease?"
Forest, without rain or breeze,
Your branches ill at ease?"
"How indeed should I not wail
When the hours of summer fail!
Nights grow longer, days get short,
On my branches few leaves caught,
And the winds with bitter sword
Drive my chorister abroad ;
Autumn winds that forest flay,
Winter near ,spring far away. "
When the hours of summer fail!
Nights grow longer, days get short,
On my branches few leaves caught,
And the winds with bitter sword
Drive my chorister abroad ;
Autumn winds that forest flay,
Winter near ,spring far away. "
English version by Corneliu M. Popescu
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