Our sweet companions—sharing your bunk and your bed

The versts and the versts and the versts and a hunk of your bread

The wheels’ endless round

The rivers, streaming to ground

The road …

Oh the heavenly the Gypsy the early dawn light

Remember the breeze in the morning, the steppe silver-bright

Wisps of blue smoke from the rise

And the song of the wise

Gypsy czar …

In the dark midnight, under the ancient trees’ shroud

We gave you sons as perfect as night, sons

As poor as the night

And the nightingale chirred

Your might …

We never stopped you, companions for marvelous hours

Poverty’s passions, the impoverished meals we shared

The fierce bonfire’s glow

And there, on the carpet below,

Fell stars …