Yakub Kolas Poems

Silver-copper booming clamour,

In the belfry, bells are ringing.
In the dawnlight, bells are ringing,
In the twilight's shining pallor.
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O spring, O long-
Awaited one!
You will return,
Come back again!
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Above the quiet grey earth extended
The festal night-time hung, suspended;
It was peaceful pleasant weather,
It seemed nature itself could under-
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Michał goes on his rounds as ever,
The coldness of the winter weather
Makes him move, once more young and limber,
He has gone so, times without number!
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