my heart\'s darling

With green wings
Pavalganiem,
With violet
Zilvainadziņu
Curly, golden hair,
With dandelion stems
Kaparkrāsainām bondage
Pink around the neck,
Around the rosy breasts and hips:
So he comes to me,
My heart\'s darling,
Ziedonis guy!
And he told me noglauž
Forehead and cheeks
Ķezberu with twigs,
Baltbaltu full flower,
Ber me and the hair
As glimmering pērslas.
I tremble at heart.
And he says to me
With star eyes -
I tremble at heart.
I smile,
And tears of joy
I sakāpj eyes.
But he did! - Take the shackles
From the hips, the neck
And striking me in the
No mercy!
And laughs, and only he,
This daredevil kissable,
Laughs and says: - Are,
Well, I present
Pinkstuļus scold! -
And then he gently
Placed his hand
On the left shoulder
Captures your favorite obstacle
Gray lark,
And throw it against the gold
Mothers in the sun:
Lirilī!

My rose bush

My rose bush, rose bush lazy,
While the middle of the garden space.
When Jasmini already smelled
This is just another sunset buds.

But the warm night, but his night,
She knew it I give you:
When I went this morning on the porch,
Bush stood in full bloom.

And now the heart is called, and the heart is called either:
You - leave the stone house
And my green garden šmauc,
To you with your roses,
Threw red roses!

Summer Night

Cloud of red burned in the evening,
Nobālējis, and twilight gray blanket -
Ditches, slept at the spooky shadows -
Slowly unfurled.

Rest laidušies noisy flocks of birds.
Silently as a dream līgojas tree branches,
Only in the meadow, where the wave is already thick fog,
Heard spinning.


Heard as a stream of water washing over Zvirgzde.
Holy month behind the birch tops are rising,
Dress grove and the hills of Silver,
Shining decorate.

Wonderful view! How lovely beautiful
Beads of dew on the grass, bent on being placed!
Smell the night leaving the sweet violins. . .
There is peace everywhere.

Peace! Angel of peace white hands
Quenches the hot desire and sorrow, and anguish.
Peacemakers! Except your cup ever hear
With \'my heart!

song Little Martha

Mamma, dear māmiņīti,
Come and look at you with:
In the garden the first violet
Prosperous can see.

In the middle of the gold
A small, small heart
And the morning dew draw,
On top of a beautiful tit shines.

Who the violet plūksim,
Which it tacks on the breast?
Or ask a village or bits,
to a new suc honey?

Pienenīte

Pienenīte, Pienenīte
Sitting on a green pakalnītes,
Passes dear sun,
Give them laburītu.

Pienenīte, Pienenīte,
We radoties so beautiful -
All I have pure gold
You lindraciņi golden.

incomprehensible

Both burnt down arms
To my shift the head,
Atspiedusēs oak,
Vasariņš stand and wonder.

So many warm golden sun,
So many flowers in the meadow medicine,
So many berries birch grove,
So much Dzīsme azure -

And surely there amidst green shadows
One small, pale girl
Sees his girlfriend,
Seated and the number of asariņas!

Fall

Sen. boreas hazel bushes empty skin,
Through the air in long lines cranes clamor,
And aspen spotted candles ignited,
When sorrow walks solemnly through the forest.

Feast dead, dead donation,
No longer do not call players in the sweet pleasure!
And large employers, says guests: enough!
And a slow hand nokopj wedding table.

These last, I was invited to the feast,
But tripped on the threshold, walking inside
And all the joy of time spent
As Lazarus weak only at the door.

But this hope I do not let:
Will be dispersed to a large guest family
Then the golden apple as part of my
I will present the white smiling happiness.