Зялёнае воблака Янка Сіпакоў Гей, купляйце, я прадаю Вятры, травінкамі закалыханыя! Гей, купляйце, я так аддаю Салаўіныя песені, з лугу сабраныя! Смялей падыходзьце - я-ж прадаю Май, што водарам веснім упоены. Бярэце. Я ў кветках вам мёд аддаю, Што на гудзе пчаліным настоены. Ну, бярэце-ж хутчей: я прадаю Сонца, маланкі - іх знойдзеце вобмацкам. Таргавацца не треба: за так аддаю Вам зялёнае, летняе воблака - Воз духмянага сена!

A Green Cloud in the Market-Place by Janka (Yanka) Sipakoŭ Come, who buys? I bring to sell Winds that tall grasses have rocked into slumbering! Come, who buys? I offer as well Nightingale songs, meadow-stored beyond numbering! Hurry, hurry. . . for I bring to sell Maytime, drunk with the spring floods to ebriety! There you are! I've flower-honey as well Soaked in the humming of bees to satiety. Hurry along there! . . . for I bring to sell Sunshine and lightning (you'll know just by feeling it!) No need to haggle! A give-away! well, This green cloud of summer is (there's no conceling it) A waggon of fragrant new hay!

[ 1965 ]

Translated into English by Vera Rich in Like Water, Like Fire (1971), p. 296; Copyright ©1971; 2008.