Pesem dekleta
Pesem dekleta
By Alojz Gradnik
Pesem dekleta
Tkala, tkala platno sem prebelo,
ne za se, za svojega fantiča,
da ga dež na fronti ne premoči.
Nihče v kamri ni bil priča,
ko od solz je platno rumenelo,
nihče mi govoril ni: ne joči!
Girl’s poem
I wove white linen,
not for me, for my boy,
so he will not get wet from the rain at the front.
Nobody saw me in my den,
when linen turned yellow from my tears,
nobody said to me: don’t cry!
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