Morning Star




For the fair Lady Babajaga








Ah fairest lady bright, above we as far as sky to earth,
This simple song we sing tonight, our prayer is it may bring mirth.
But soft, not laughter of derision, rather gentler smiles bestow
And trust the tune, like wise magician, from thy radiant eyes bring flow
Of joyous tears, and heartstrings chime. And to thy lord, Sir Sleipnir bring
thee closer in thy love, and soon. we pray this comes from what we sing.

Oh morning star!
Above the heights I pray thee rise,
So in thy light the glory of a queen to spy;
The fairest lady of the land is she, this queen,
Saving but one: my own true love.
In truth, 'tis as should been.
But gentle queen, still do I honor thee.

O noon day sun!
Hide thou thy splendor, shade thy fame.
That gracious queen doth sing with me, puts Sun to shame.
Sweet melody as nightingale sings she, this queen,
Saving but one, my own true love.
In truth, 'tis as should been.
But noble queen, still do I honor thee.

O twilight sky!
In thy deep colors beauty I spy.
Like as that queen whose eyes like fulsome jewels command;
Likewise hert hands of pearl inspire love for this queen,
Saving but one, my own true love.
In truth, 'tis as should been.
But beauteous queen, still do I honor thee.

O moon of night!
Not to this queen canst thou compare,
Nor to my love, for more than moon my lady doth outshine.
They stand so fair in lands of dream, lady and queen.
First in my heart, my own true love,
Then follows she, this radiant queen!
Above all women do I honor these.

Nikolai Kyrilov