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Selections from Halek’s Evening Songs.
Translated from the Czech.
I.
I am that knight of fairy lore
Who rode so boldly into the world,
To see the maiden whose beauty
Like a rose on its bush is unfurled.
And they said that who so beheld her
With an endless curse was opprest,
Either changed to a stony statue
Or his heart torn out of his breast.
But I thought in my pride and madness
Some haply escape sometimes,
Forth rode I, and, for my presumtion,
Am changed to a rhymer of rhymes.
