The evening's golden cloud attached wreath.
The elves in the meadow dance,
and the leaf-crowned Neck
gigantic stirs in the silver stream. A small dart among the willows of the shore
in the violet's ¥nga rests,
The sound is heard from the water of the spring,
Cries in the still night:
âĂĂĂPoor old man! Why play?
Can it relieve the pain?
Free you forest and land must live
Shall never be God's child!
Paradise's human nights,
Eden's flower-crowned plains,
Angels of light on high,
Never harm them your eye .
âĖကĖ˜Tears wash the old man's face,
Down he dives in his wave,
Gigan falls silent. Never Neck
Plays more in the silver stream.