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My sweetest love and tender in the night
I claimed for you, and wept our violet lilacs
Of orchard blossoms of a moonlit rite
Of John Kupala’s feast by white July lex.

And burnt our bonfires of love and logs, and naked
We burst into the songs and jumped through flaming,
And mermaids twisted their tails, tingled in the lake,
And Nature celebrated Nameday!