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THE BULGARIAN LANGUAGE
A language sacred to my ancestors
language of torment, groans of ages,
language of the one who gave birth to us
not for joy – for angers poisonous.
Beautiful language, who does not scold you
and who spared you from blasphemy?
Has anyone listened yet
in the melody of your sweet sounds?
Has anyone realized how much beauty, power
hide in your speech flexible, ringing –
of ruinous tones what splendor,
what scope and expressiveness alive?
No, you have fallen into public disgrace,
slandered, tainted with dirty words:
both foreign and ours, in chorus,
they denied, O tongue sufferers!
You could not incarnate in you
creatures of creative thought!
And not for a song is your genius blind –
for a rough bratvege you were only scribbled!
That’s how I listen to everything since I was born!
All here swearing terrible, fashionable,
all this review, low slander,
that all that is dear to us and native has come together.
Oh, I’ll take your black shame
and he will become my inspiration
and in bright sounds I will betray you
of the future cheerful generation;
oh i’ll wipe you out of the mud
and in your pure brilliance you still showed
and with the stroke of your beauty
I will punish your blasphemers.
Ivan Vazov
NATIVE WORD
Native speech, bewitching, sweet,
what sounds wrong near me;
mom and dad speech
a speech we speak every day.
She rings when I sing
in joyous games echoes;
evening stories to her
Grandma quietly orders me.
And over the book carried away,
my native word whispers to me…
Milva like a gentle song,
like a morning bell trembles!
Early Basil
CYRIL AND METHODIUS
Today the sun rises brighter
You wake up with joy and longing.
Today is the holiday of the Bulgarian book,
which you love and read so much.
It was created by Cyril and Methodius.
She was our beacon for centuries.
To freedom ever leads us,
now to new truths calls.
And the sun rose in the open space.
The city rejoiced. Lilacs are blooming.
You run to school in the yard,
your friends who crowd.
Go ahead with them under the flags!
Pick her up! Be her friend!
With the book today the land is yours,
even the sky with the wondrous stars.
Nikola Furnadzhiev
BOOK LOVE
First of all, I learned from my mother
to love the Bulgarian book,
a native word like a clear stream
a little reaches the heart!
Sitting on mother’s lap,
I started to spell in the primer.
The songs about the old outlaws
since then I love it the most!
I pressed the book in my hands
and for joy I ran through the garden:
the sun had set in my heart
with immeasurable love for the motherland!
I was splashed with native speech profusely,
as soon as I peered into the pages wonderful,
and I loved the book more
in days of joy and minutes of difficulty!
And I grew every day with her,
I listened to the truth in the language
and so, as I grew older,
love in me for the book will flow!
Vesa Paspaleeva
THE BULGARIAN BOOK
Your covers are colorful
like a rainbow over a green mountain,
with cherry blossoms and the voice of birds
you fill my sunny day
And you call me with airy leki
wings spread for the road
along the wild paths
and through the rebellious villages.
Where it shines, it is clear
from ancient times
where above a land lovely
blue Stara Planina.
Your speech is breathy and dewy
s iglik’s whisper is calling me
and I reach up to touch
with lips your lines!
Atanas Tsankov
THE TEACHER’S HAND
You have debts left to you
the poets of all time…
From the fire of your pupils
hearts and flags blazed.
And you are burning – nameless and modest.
You make life more beautiful.
You don’t need a huge monument,
when you look with the eyes of every living being.
You have debts left to you
the poets of all time…
Your pupils are burning –
to others gave light.
Instead of a granite monument,
you have dawned in our memories.
And everyone remembers a teacher –
through the steep he gave his hand.
Haralampi Haralampiev
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