Alavar keru al Djo
A el Djo grande i abastadu
Ke krija para ombri
De mučas maneras de floris.
I di todas las mižoris
Es la maskerini
Sovri todu es de alavar
A el Djo el grande.
Salto la roza i dišu:
Todus kedin a un ladu
A mi mi toka a alavar
Al Djo grande i abastado.
Ki di mi kitan azeti
I tanbjen asukri rozadu.
I in agua so alavada
Los ožos hazinus si lavan di mi
Sovri todu es di alavar
Al Djo el grande.
Arespondijo la klavinjina
Mas grandis son mi famas
Jo so roza di novijas
I mi jevan in las plantas.
I mi mandan pur prizenti
A todas las lindas damas.
Mi kerin komu sus almas
Todas las novijas se adoran kon mi.
Sovri di todu es di alavar
Al Djo el grande.
Salto la ruda i dišo
Grandes son la mis famas
Jo so roza di paridas
Me teten en sus kamas.
I todo el ožo malo
Lo kemo kon las mis plantas
Le guardo la su alma.
Del ke me jeva a mi.
The Song of Flowers
Denis Ferhatovic
I wish to praise God,
Our Great God Almighty
Who created for people
Many kinds of flowers.
And among all, the best
Is the lily flower.
Above all we must praise
Our Great God.
The rose sprang up and said:
“All of you step aside.
It is my turn to praise
Our Great God Almighty,
For they press oil from me
And also make rose jam,
And when dissolved I’m praised.
They rinse their sore eyes with me.
Above all we must praise
Our Great God.”
The carnation responded:
“Great is my renown.
I am the rose of brides.
They carry me in bunches.
They send me as presents
To all the lovely ladies.
They love me like their souls.
All the brides adorn themselves with me.
Above all we must praise
Our Great God.”
The rue sprang up and said:
“Great is my renown.
I am the rose of new mothers.
They suck on me in their beds,
And all the evil eyes
I burn with my bunches.
I guard the soul of those
Who carry me on them.”
