Nature
The Spring Comes
Translated by Alexander Chodzko (1842) · From Specimens of the Popular Poetry of Persia (1842)
The spring comes. The snow melts on the mountains. My sisterly mountains unveil their fronts before my eyes. Here my Egyptian sword revelled in blood to satiety! O my mountains! my battles will live eternally in your echoes! How happy I was wandering upon your bosom! Hidden amongst your rocks, I lay in ambush, waiting till a heavy caravan ascended your acclivities. O my mountains, you never betrayed my secrets! Thanks to you! Thanks!
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Codex Note
Kurroglou's song to the mountains where he lay in ambush, thanking them for keeping his secrets.
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Köroğlu. “The Spring Comes.” Translated by Alexander Chodzko. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/koroglu/22/.
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Köroğlu. “The Spring Comes.” Translated by Alexander Chodzko. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/koroglu/22/.
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