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Longin

My beloved, have you not yet been born,
Have you not yet come from a long journey?
Where is the place that you live
My longing draws me to you.
 
On a silent night in the moonlight
Your image is before my eyes,
And the heart asks, the soul grieves,
Will we evet meet, will I ever find you.
 
Having gone out for a walk on a bright summer day,
I'm looking for you on a vast plain
And my eyes ask of you in every flower,
Where is the one my heart desires?
 
I embraced girls gentle and sweet,
Eyes full of joy looked at me,
But I have looked in them only to find,
The glow of your eyes, my love.
 
Hey, my love, are you not yet born,
Did you not yet return from a long journey?
Hear my prayer, soothe my heart
Do I have to wait all my life for you?
 

The Smells of Friday

To fly to Trakai like a bird
My heart wishes it so,
When my nose is tickled by
The smells of Friday.
 
On the island there is a castle,
The fortress of Wytautas,
The noodle tweaks its moustache,
The smells of Friday.
 
In the sky a half-moon –
Like a kybyn,
And the full moon is like a kopta,
The smells of Friday.
 
The islands adorn the lake,
A joy to my eyes.
They look like a biok,
The smells of Friday.
 
In the pot a wad of hay,
Peas for the bethrothal.
On the streets, in the yards
The smells of Friday.
 
Jelly flashes in a bowl
With bone marrow, too.
When it sees the horseradish, it jolts,
The smells of Friday.
 
Roasted meat and kubietień
Are friends of our people.
Let them live as long as the sun
The smells of Friday!
 
In foreign countries
Young Karaims spend their days.
In my nose and everywhere
The smells of Friday.
 
Son of Karaim, follow
The tradition of your ancestors.
Let the smells of Friday
Make you stronger.