丘特切夫关于春的诗歌(二)

SPRING （DEDICATED TO MY FRIENDS）

Love of the earth, charm of the year,

spring smells sweetly of us！

Nature is throwing a feast for creation,

a coming-together feast for its sons！

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The spirit of life, strength and freedom

rises, fans around us！

Joy has poured into our hearts,

like an echo of spring's celebration,

like the life-creating voice of a god！

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Where are you, sons of Harmony？

Come, with bold fingers

touch the slumbering strings,

warmed by the bright rays

of love, of ecstasy, of spring！

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Just as in full, flaming bloom,

at morning's first, young light

roses glisten and burn；

as the zephyr in its joyous flight

scatters their aroma,

so do you, life-joy, pour yourself into everything.

Singers, let's follow you！

Let our youth soar, friends,

around the bright blooms of good fortune！

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This feeble gift of grateful love is yours,

this simple blossom, with little aroma.

You, my mentors, will accept it with a gracious smile.

Thus does a feeble child, as a token of its love,

bring to its motherТs breast

the flower it picked in a meadow！