Flower of the Field | Dear flower of the field

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from Volkslieder (Folksongs)

Translation © by Patrick John Corness

Polajka

Language: Moravian (Moravština)

Our translations: ENG

Polajko, polajko,
dávno zme sa znały,
keď zme šohajovi
społu čarovały.

Nečarovała sem,
ani má mamička,
než mu čarovały
mé černé očička.

Čarovały jemu
moje černé oči,
keď jich viděł ve dně
mušeł přijít v noci.

Čarovała jemu
ma bíłá hubička,
keď mu ščebetała
jako laštovička.

Text Authorship:

from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Leoš Janáček (1854 - 1928), "Polajka" [ voice and piano ], from Moravská lidová poezie v písních, no. 8 [sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Patrick John Corness) , "Flower of the Field", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler

This text was added to the website: 2020-07-13
Line count: 16
Word count: 46

Flower of the Field

Language: English after the Moravian (Moravština)

Dear flower of the field,
long since we’re acquainted,
for together we charmed
my darling beloved.

I could not charm him yet,
nor mumsy, I regret,
until I worked the charms
of my lovely dark eyes.

Enchanted he became
when my dark eyes he saw,
and was sure to return
at night time then once more.

Enchanted he became
when my soft lips he heard
twitter away to him
like a wee swallow bird.

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a text in Moravian (Moravština) from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
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This text was added to the website: 2024-02-06
Line count: 16
Word count: 74