Ein Mann, der recht genieЯen will, Der geht zum Kirschbaum im April. Da winken Blьten, lockt ein Duft, Darьber glдnzt die blaue Luft. Doch wьnscht er nahrhafteren Genuss, Er wohl im Juli kommen muss. Da hдngt der Baum voll roter Ware, Und schmatzend sitzen drin die Stare.   Wilhelm Busch

Човекът, който иска да се наслади Към черешОвото дърво в Април върви Люлеят се, ухаят цветовете А въздухът с кристални краски свети.   Но ако иска той насладата да вкусне Натам ще трябва и през Юли да се спусне Да види как се клони червенеят И косовете мелодични песни пеят.   Превод: Радо 12.05.2016

Всеки месец от годината предлага различни удоволствия.

Cherry-Time

Cherries of the night are riper
Than the cherries pluckt at noon
Gather to your fairy piper
When he pipes his magic tune:
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter
For the eater
Under the moon.
And you’ll be fairies soon.

In the cherry pluckt at night,
With the dew of summer swelling,
There’s a juice of pure delight,
Cool, dark, sweet, divinely smelling.
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter
For the eater
In the moonlight.
And you’ll be fairies quite.

When I sound the fairy call,
Gather here in silent meeting,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall,
Cooled with dew and cherries eating.
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;
Mine are sounder,
Mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter.
For the eater
When the dews fall.
And you’ll be fairies all.

Poem by Robert Graves
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