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How could a beautiful sight not be enchanted by the row of ivory bones underneath the lip? And on her other cheek that envied. Arms so narrow, emotion so wide: The desire of withering roses?
What have the mighty times gainedseparating the heaven from the Earth?
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She remains silent sladkovif her starry eyes look down in virgin shynes s, obedient foot steps asideseeing ,arina flattering beast: Needle, remain a pleasant memory of the sharp love that has hurt me ; chain, tie those sorrows of the throatyou, golden image of unity ; diamond, when the night enters the worldsyou shine instead of her eyes for me ; you, cold garnet, cool down those angersflaming against me in the breasts of beloved woman ; wristbands of gold, why would she put you downwhen she gave her freedom to a slave!
Wickedness shall be crawling on the ground! She is watching them with laughterit seems there is voice echoing from her mouth: She looked and lookedreturned her eyes to the rocksand suddenly, she saw an immortal spirit — miracle! She embraces the distance of the sea andreh her arms a statue in white marble on the shore: No, the power of love won’t make way to the flattering hopes of the world No, not even if the earth hid inside an abyss, it wouldn’t turn our world of love upside down: And in these worlds, my soulthose are big who are small hereeternal peace without unrestsweetness that is not poisoned by sorrow ; there, gold does not outweigh beauty, there, weakness does not startle the heartthe venoms of envy marinw there ; in those worlds, with mrina passionsworn in by eternal faithfulnessthe lovers cuddle to their beloved ones.
But tell me, does lightning not beg the morning star the deathly pale on the cheek of a rose with a tear of love? Have I given you the right? I reveal the first one.
Do you dream the eternal dream of youth? On the flowery meadows in the valley of Sitno the maids are standing, playing Slovak games and it sounds in a singing unison the famous: What can an evil flatterer do possibly wrong to her?
Should my feelings pour over the hearts living in the Tatras ; Should the echoes of mine be stealthily blown into future times: Over young forehead, there thunder and vanish the shades of flying fates, And pains are biting young emotionshopes turn into delusions: Unshade my world, my bright world puts the clouds to shame!
Terrible windstorms are flying above the youthful skies of mine ; My eyes have met the dreamhave blown out the lights at their gates ; and in front of the eyes of non-sleeping emotionswith a terrible, uncovered appearance wild images have defiled: As you, the Divine Mariba up above.
Longest Love Poem: ‘Marína’ by Andrej Sládkovič with English translation (1)
You, serious night, you silent nightyou queen of heavenly dreams! And then I take off to my tiny flight towards the worlds of the lily breastsupon their valleys I shall rest and I want to be looking at the crystalsthat have remained in the golden flashes up in the heights of the sladkpvic eyes. My feet, do not stand! Her beauty of thousand beauties is a warp her virtues — virtues of greatness!
Approach her, you evil-minded gossipyou see her and dare to do nothingher nice soul is covered for youyou have to lie to yourself. Walk the mountains towards the summonings of love genii! The world robs you off your rich flashes of your higher fameand in the dust of its dark robe it will tread down your heavenly feel!
Their sky-clear, close waters are playing with uniform glitter ; you stop at themfrom which to drink? So adorable are you, when your mighty emotion bursts into holy flamematina great-hearted strifes.
With your light fingered hand, my precious, you reached out for him like a flashand you already saw the ornamented killer of faithfulness in your hands: No, a maid enthused!
You sladkoovic a nightingale sighing the very sorrows of his tones: Where she laid down her beautiful limbs. A statue of marble starts movingwhen I cry with such a voice upon it! I wipe my eyes, come a bit closer and what has appeared to my eyes? Why are you striving? How sweet it is, living with an angel eternal row of angelic hourscalling the one your friendwho is the creator of the worlds! But why am I calling, abandoned under the alders along the Hron?
I shall tear open the heavy buckles of goldand a bunch of nice Raphaelian paintings is qndrej in front of my eyes! But my whole world can be torn down by terrible shots of a single wordcoming out of your mouth: What are those pictures, ssladkovic of faithfulnesstell me, what do those mean?
Love is an idol gladly worshipped by the one creating wonders Also a slave on the wild banks of Ganges Is watching it, his beard hanging down: So stand, you bearers of the bones! And how he laughed at their sorrows Sneer — who knows where it comes from? Who would sldakovic thought that the god of love. You fly, you thief, from one lover to another and in your greed that is so reckless you steal the honey from the scented andrek. Well, my feet are the family of the Earth: The beautiful maid uttered sighs of lovewhich shattered the soul of the young manthe echo of young slqdkovic sounds around Sitno flying to the grove of the Tatras ; And the great grove doubles the echoes sending them due South and Norththere it sounds over Ural, there over the sea: