Où va le jeune Indoue,
Fille des Parias,
Quand la lune se joue
Dans les grands mimosas?
Quand la lune se joue
Dans les grands mimosas?
Elle court sur la mousse
Et ne se souvient pas

Que partout on repousse
L’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 bruit
Et 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 baguette
Où tinte la clochette, où tinte la clochette
Des 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 vie
A 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 parfois
Le bruit léger de la baguette
Où tinte la clochette,
Où tinte la clochette
Des charmeurs.
(imitant la clochette)
Ah! ah! ah!

Where will the young Indian girl,
daughter of the paraiahs,
go when the moon dances
In the large mimosas trees?
She runs on the moss
And does not remember
That she is pushed around
The child of outcasts;
Along the oleanders,
Dreaming of sweet things, Ah!
She goes without noise
And laughs a night.
There in the dark forest
Who is the lost traveler?
Around him
Eyes 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 him
And braves their fury
She has in her hand the baton
with 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 owe
his 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 hear
the slight noise of the baton
with the tinkle bell charms!

The legend of the marvellous
Journeys and heroic deeds
The many adventures
Of Prince Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Begins with the tale of his insidious mother

Militrisa Kirtiervna
Plotted the death
Of her husband
Tsar Guidon
So she could marry her secret lover Tsar Dadon

But when Dadon threw
Bova into a dungeon
Militrisa’s maternal heart
Was deeply touched

The mighty Bogatyr
And so she helped Bova to escape

His two great powers:
Unparalleled strength
And unearthly beauty
Enabled him
To defeat the forces of evil and find his true love:
Druzhevna Zenzeveyvna

He then married her
And he too became a Tsar
They had a son
Whom they also called Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Ends with the tale of his handsome boy

Bova the elder
When his son grew up
Returned home
Craving for revenge
He beheaded Dadon and his son was crowned Tsar in his place