Here spruce-branches shiver, suspended in sleep, Here birdsong is anxious and quaking. Ye live in a forest enchanted and deep, And have no dream of escaping. Let the ash-berry tree set the forest ablaze, Let the creepers embrace you like lovers - All the same, I will take you away from this place To a palace of music and flowers. Your world by the wizards for ages is cursed, Itís covered from me and the sunlight. And ye think that itís the best place in the Earth, This forest, forbidding and silent. Let the Moon quarrel with clouds and one canít see her face, Let the air drip its magical potion - All the same, I will take you away from this place To a tower overlooking the Ocean. When finally I break the unbreakable charms, And ye come to me out of hiding, I will carry you far away in my arms To some place where theyíll never find you. I will steal you if theft is what pleases your heart, All the paths in this forest Iíve taken. Are ye ready for Eden with me in a hut, If the tower and the palace arenít vacant?
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2015
(akbarmuhammad.awardspace.co.uk)
[Adapted from Mika Tubinshlakís ďThe Lyrical SongĒ.]