2020.06.08.
Among a Great Plain Lowland
Versions: #1Among a great plain lowland
On one flat lonely hight
A tall and splendid oak stands
It is in its strenth and might.
This oak is tall with spreading crown
Well seen how it grows.
But it’s alone, it’s quite alone
A conscript on the watch
When there’s a bright sun on the sky,
Its shade is not in use.
And when a storm strikes deep at night,
Who’ll help if it need secure?
There is no a willow nor a pine
On this hill by this place.
Nor any curly green bush
Is twining at its base,
Oh, even a tree’s in sorrow
When it is quite alone,
And so a man bore bitterly
Without his dear one.
I have some gold and silver things,
But whom I’ll give them now?
I get much honour and respect,
But who will share my pride?
When I meet people whom I know,
I say them ‘Hi!’ and pass.
When I see lovely smiling girls,
There’s nothing but words of nice.
Some people are whom I escape,
Some others dodge my way.
All friends are not reliable men,
They’ll leave me in bad day.
Where my soul can receive a rest?
When thunderstorms will fade?
My sweetheart sleeps deep in her grave,
She cannot give a hand.
There’s neither family nor kin
In this strange foreign side.
My sweetheart cannot tender me,
She was true friend of mine!
An old man doesn’t drop sweet tears
When sees our happy days,
There’s no children sporting near
Around my home place
I wish they’d take away the gold,
The honours and the prize!
I miss my longway motherland,
Return my sweethfriend’s eyes!