How beautiful is the night! Look, everywhere
From the poplar, the oak tree, the acacia and the mulberry tree,
In gold-haired streams falls
The inconsequential moonlight. Now,
Over the meadows where grass smells,
In bloomed branches, atop the fields,
Which blacken after a hard rain,
The moon's soul is dreaming.
Everything is peaceful. Silence. Silent is the flat field
Where a long time ago troops fell one after the other...
- From a lot of blood it sprung a long time ago,
Red and blue, the peony blooms over Kosovo.
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| Kosovo's peonies by Nadežda Petrović |
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