…I look – the dawn arrives,
The sky’s edge burns ablaze;
In shady glades the nightingales
Sign out the new sun’s praise.
The breezes softly, lightly wake
The steppelands from their dreams;
In the lush valleys, by the lake
The willows shimmer green.
The orchards, heavy laden, bow;
The poplars stand at ease
Like sentinels when all is well,
And gossip with the fields.
And all about, the whole land gleams
With nature’s warmest hues,
Bedecked with blossoms, dressed in greens,
And bathed in drops of due.
And greets the morning sun…
There’s no beginning to all this,
Of ending, too, there’s none!
There’s no one who could either gild
Or blotch this beauty-land…
Excerpts from a poem by Ukrainian poet T.Shevchenko "A Dream"
1844
