BULGARIANS TRANSLATED BY ANN WOOD
BulgariansOne nation –
and strong and rich,
he greets with bread and salt, he giggles with flowers.
One people - descendants of Kubrat
hates to fire and loves to blood.
Wrote a song early still in the dark,
raised a goblet of red wine,
under the scream of a bullet he waved a banner
for beauty and for the good of the country,
he still remembers his terrible oath,
he sprinkles his wound with water and geranium,
bent leg in front of waist bright
and the spring of the white-footed Gergana.
One nation –
both tough and tough
prouder than a lion, stronger than an eagle,
horo plays on ardor with anger.
I have bowed my head before this people.
Ivelina Radionova - poemsBULGARIANS TRANSLATED BY ANN
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2024-08-17 at 18:19
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