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Pompėjus pas piratus

Помпей у пиратов

Kaip rubinas laivagalis zeri,
Plaukia upe brangiu aromatu
I triumus, kur susispiete zverys -
Pavojingi ir ziaurus piratai.

Baimes ituzis sielas ju veria,
Pablyskeje ir suizuleje,
Jie tarpusavy pusbalsiu tarias,
Kaip nukirst galva jauno Pompejaus.

Jau seniai jie - vergai paskutiniai -
Saukias Dievo ir velnio malones
Ir nedrista izengt palapinen
Ant laivagalio denio raudono.
Girdis riksmas. Tai balsas Pompejaus
Is dailuciu mergeliu paukstyno.
Jis susunka: "Ei, sunys manieji!
Taures tuscios seniai! Neskit vyno!",

Ir virs juros zilosios dykynes.
Sau drybsodamas tingiai ant sono,
Barsto dulkes sutrinto rubino
Ant nagu savo lako raudono.

Ir uzgniauze savy kersto sekla,
Pasimete nutyla piratai,
Nusizemine nesa padekla
Su vynu, su gelem ir granatais.

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