Svatopluk Čech - Na širokých polích dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

English
Translation

Upon the rolling fields

Upon the rolling fields,
Upon the distant fields,
Today, what beauty lies!
The stalks in massed array,
As high as human head,
A spreading forest rise.
 

They rustle by the paths
As heavy grain weighs down
The shining waves of corn
Then as they bow in wind
Among the stalks, like stars,
A flash of blue is born.
 

In glittering brocade
Each shining meadow gleams,
In summer glory dressed
All smiling in its joy
To feel its loveliness
By sunny lips caressed.
 

Then like a frightened gasp,
Abruptly through the plain
A rippling shudder ran
As if the fields grew pale
And turned in sudden fear
The clustering roofs to scan.
 

From there a light had flashed,
The glint of scythes that pierced
The dim-lit morning haze
The scythes on shoulders borne
Of men that paced along
Towards the trodden ways.
 

Powerful, sunburnt men
Whose thick and hardened arms
The veins stood out upon
And through the home-spun shirt
Each weather-beaten chest
Like burnished copper shone.
 

They came, with pouch on hip,
And laid their scythes to ground
Beside that waving sea
Then on the handle set
Their hardened palms and stood
A moment, silently.
 

Still, thoughtfully they gazed
Where, sweeping through the plains,
That golden forest lay
Across the broad expanse
Exulting in its pride
On this, its final day.
 


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