The Parasha

The Parasha
Blond Parasha,
Rebrosova face,
Means little in the light beautiful
Eyes, heart and mind.

You, which recycles
I sound harp gentle voice,
As the Sword strikes
Into the strings, comforting us.

Stand up, let's go to the meadow wide,
Soft, stingy, to ponds;
There under the shade of trees far
Let's sit down and look at the streams:

As was gliding away from him, the glittering
Beam from the Royal towers,
The stars, the sun pours
The shadows between the bushes.

Like a silver raft.
Lin Zlata runs along the bottom;
To the beautiful girl,
Cupid's coming for you.