• Язык:
    Литовский (Lietuviškai)
  • Шяурес Атеней. – Виильнюс, 2011. № 16 (1034). – С. 7.

Ið slibino urvo

Из логова змиева

    Ið Kijevo spindinèio
    Nuo slibino lindinèio
Á þmonà man ragana teko.
    O rodës — balsingàjà
    Gausiu lakðtingalà,
Kur gieda ir pasakas seka.

    Kvieèiu — jinai raukiasi,
    Paglostoma — niaukiasi,
Per pilnatá kvaista jai mintys:
    Tik stena kankinasi,
    Lyg bût pakasynose
Ir eitø ið ryto skandintis.

    Tariu jai: „Man krikðtytam
    Kaip Vieðpaties rykðtë tu
Ir ilgesiu sielà uþëdei.
Marinti tau metas já —
    Ar Dniepro verpetuose,
    Ar Plikojo kalno papëdëj.“

    Tie priekaiðtai slegia jà
    Ir gilina negalià.
O, kaip padaryt, kad pasveiktø ji? —
    Paukðtelis nunykstantis,
    Berþelis, pakrypstantis
Bedugnën ant skardþio prakeiktojo.

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