Their souls’ love near the sea was born
In sacred groves of virgin devotees,
Where the play of strings and agile breeze
Competes with joyful songs from dusk till dawn.
The Priest … Unlikely human shape
Could be that weird handsome …
His lips were shut; his look was awesome;
And on his head—a scarf of bloody shade.
When hazes came upon the sea,
The Priest started sacred rite.
And dancing virgins, pliable and bright
Shined on the shore as necklace pearly.
The one of them, more beautiful than fairy,
The Priest distinguished more …
Oh, he forgot that elegance may draw,
That bloody scarf can make you so hungry.
Before the dawn, beneeth the blinking stars
The Priest forgot his vow.
Her honey lips did not say “no”.
Her eyes rejected not his love.
Banished by others, they were gone
From shadows of sacred groves.
The strength abandoned their souls,
Since then they live with love alone.