Où va le jeune Indoue,Fille des Parias,Quand la lune se joueDans les grands mimosas?Quand la lune se joueDans les grands mimosas?Elle court sur la mousseEt ne se souvient pas
Que partout on repousseL’enfant des parias.Elle court sur la mousse,L’enfant des parias;Le long des lauriers roses,Rêvant de douces choses,Ah!
Elle passe sans bruitEt riant à la nuit à la nuit!Là-bas dans la forêt plus sombre,Quel est ce voyageur perdu?Autour de lui des yeux brillent dans l’ombre,
Il marche encore au hasard éperdu!Les fauves rugissent de joie,Ils vont se jeter sur leur proie
La jeune fille accourt et brave leurs fureurs,
Elle a dans sa main la baguetteOù tinte la clochette, où tinte la clochetteDes charmeurs.(imitant la clochette)Ah! ah! ah!L’étranger la regarde,Elle reste éblouie,Il est plus beau que les Rajahs!Il rougira s’il sait qu’il doit la vieA la fille des parias.Mais lui, l’endormant dans un rêve,Jusque dans le ciel il l’enlève,En lui disant: ta place est là!C’était Vishnou, fils de Brahma!Depuis jour au fond des bois,Le voyageur entend parfoisLe bruit léger de la baguetteOù tinte la clochette,Où tinte la clochetteDes charmeurs.(imitant la clochette)Ah! ah! ah!

Where will the young Indian girl,daughter of the paraiahs,go when the moon dancesIn the large mimosas trees?She runs on the mossAnd does not rememberThat she is pushed aroundThe child of outcasts;Along the oleanders,Dreaming of sweet things, Ah!She goes without noiseAnd laughs a night.There in the dark forestWho is the lost traveler?Around himEyes shining in the darkness,He wonders randomly, aimless and lost!The wild beasts roar of joy,They will pounce on their prey,The girl runs to himAnd braves their furyShe has in her hand the batonwith tinkle bell charms!The stranger looks at her,and remains dazzled.She is more beautiful than the Rajahs!He will blush if he knows he must owehis life to the daughter of the pariahs.But they fall asleep and drift into a dream,Up in the sky, they are transported,The traveler tells her: 'your place is here!'It was Vishnu, son of Brahma!From that day on, in the depths of the dark forest,a traveler may sometimes hearthe slight noise of the batonwith the tinkle bell charms!

The legend of the marvellousJourneys and heroic deedsThe many adventuresOf Prince Bova
The mighty BogatyrBegins with the tale of his insidious mother
Militrisa KirtiervnaPlotted the deathOf her husbandTsar GuidonSo she could marry her secret lover Tsar Dadon

But when Dadon threwBova into a dungeonMilitrisa’s maternal heartWas deeply touched
The mighty BogatyrAnd so she helped Bova to escape
His two great powers:Unparalleled strengthAnd unearthly beautyEnabled himTo defeat the forces of evil and find his true love:Druzhevna Zenzeveyvna
He then married herAnd he too became a TsarThey had a sonWhom they also called Bova
The mighty BogatyrEnds with the tale of his handsome boy
Bova the elderWhen his son grew upReturned homeCraving for revengeHe beheaded Dadon and his son was crowned Tsar in his place