Miacielica*

May the thunder strike him down,
My dear Janka -- silly clown!
Bothering me all the day,
But to ask my hand -- ah, nay!

Often I have told him thus:
"Send your go-between to us!
Dad is good -- he'll let me go,
With a heifer as my dot!"

Naughty Janka merrily
Goes on laughing, he-he-he!
And sometimes he mocks me thus:
"Why the hurry, why the fuss?"

Let the rains fall in full spate!
And you, Janka, just you wait!
I'll bring trouble on your head,
And I'll never, never wed!

A. Harun