The bee is not afraid of me

The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.

 

The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer’s day?

 

*****

 

Pszczoła się mnie nie boi,
Znam się z motylem;
Ludzie leśni urodni
Są mi dobrotliwi.

 

Strumyki głośniej chichocą z bliska,
Bardziej szalone wietrzyki.
Skąd, oczy moje, mgiełki te srebrzyste?
Skąd, w dzionek ten letni?

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