Bohemian Poems, Ancient and Modern/The Forsaken

For other English-language translations of this work, see The Forsaken (Queen's Court Manuscript).

THE FORSAKEN.

 

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ALAS! ye woods, ye gloomy woods!
Ye woods of Miletin!
In summer and in winter too
Why are ye ever green?

Right glad were I did I not weep,
And my poor heart torment,
But, O good people, tell to me,
Who would not thus lament?

Where, where’s my father, father dear?
He in the grave is low;
Where, where’s my mother, mother good?
O’er her the grass doth grow:
Brothers and sisters none remain,
My lover they away have ta’en.