and became glad.
He walks among fields
and calls all his reapers.
Go reapers home.
You spent a lot of time in the fields.
You moved hither and thither
and reaped thick rye.
Thick rye was cut
and put in heaps.
-Oh, it is joyful, our master,
it it is joyful to carry rye wreath,
And the gladness will be more perfect
when we put the wreath on the table.
The rye was swinging in the fields.
Now it will be lying still on the table.
Ukrainian folk song
Translator and Photographer Igor Marinovsky