Autorius: Maironis
Saulutė leidžias vakaruos;
Skubėk namo, skubėk, Kastyti!
Matutė laukus nekantruos:
Jai nusibos besižvalgyti
Į besiūbuojančias mares
Ir vėjo ištemptas bures.
Bet Kastyti,
Kaip matyti,
Marių dovanos vilioja;
Vakarėlio jis nelaukia,
Tik žuvytėms tinklą traukia,
O mintis dausuos skrajoja.
Liūliuoja vilnys pamaži;
Aukštai žvaigždutės pasimatė;
Ir štai iš vandenų graži
Išplaukia dieviška Jūratė,
Balta kaip vandenų puta,
Žaliai lig pusės pridengta.
Oi Kastyti
Baltalyti,
Kam žuvytes man vilioji?
Kam vilioji marių giją?
Marės – mano viešpatija!
Aš – Jūratė nemarioji.
Bet nenusiminė bailiai
Kastyčio vyriška krūtinė;
Akių tik žiebė spinduliai
Ir jėga tryško begaline;
O atsikvėpęs sau plačiai,
Irklavo į aną stačiai.
Vos Jūratė
Jį pamatė
Priešais milžinu galiūnu,
Užsimiršusi skaistybės,
Savo dieviškos didybės,
Pamylėjo žemės sūnų.
Pakilo vėsulas staigus;
Sujudo bangos apmaudingos;
Nustebo net patsai dangus,
Kada Jūratės dauggalingos
Kasa ir lūpų geiduliai
Kastytį palietė meiliai.
Jis laimingas! Stebuklingas
Marių pasakas sapnuoja,
O Jūratė prie jo šono
Rūmuos gintaro geltono
Jam akis saldžiai bučiuoja!..
Bet susirūstino smarkus
Perkūnas, iš dangaus pamatęs,
Kad drįso palytėt žmogus
Skaistybę dieviškos Jūratės;
Paleidęs žaibą ir griausmus,
Sudaužė gintaro namus.
O Kastytį
Baltalytį
Liepė bangai pasiūbavus
Palangoj, aikštėn pušyno,
Išvilioti ant smeltyno,
Negyvai jį užbučiavus.
O, paklausykit vakarais,
Kai marių bangos nerimauja
Ir krantą barsto gintarais
Gelmės nematomoji sauja:
Girdėtis per miglas-druskas,
Lyg verkia ir vaitoja kas!
O vaitoja,
Ašaroja
Tai Jūratė nelaiminga:
Atsiminusi Kastytį
Ir kad rūmai sudaužyti
Dievo apmauda bausminga.
Dabar lietuvė pamariais,
Suvarsčius gintarų siūlelį,
Sau mėgsta baltą kaklą jais
Gražiai papuošti prieš bernelį;
Bet kai meilužę uždainuos,
Ji skamba tonuose liūdnuos.
O kai myli,
Norint tyli,
(Jos sapnai tylėt įpratę),
Tai ta meilė jos krūtinėj
Neša jėgoj begalinėj
Kartais audra kaip Jūratė.
JURATE AND KASTYTIS
The sun is sinking in the west,
Turn back, Kastytis, in a hurry!
Your dear old mother finds no rest,
She will be wearing down with worry
Until she sees your flapping sails
Approaching on the foaming waves.
But Kastytis
Will not listen!
He's astounded by sea treasures.
Though the blushing sun is setting,
Playful fish he keeps on netting,
Musing over youthful pleasures.
The stars on high serenely shine.
The waters slowly surge and splatter.
But – lo! – emerging from the brine
Appears the beautiful Jūratė:
As white as foam, lit up with gleam,
Below her waist all clad in green.
"Hey, Kastytis,
Fellow sweetest,
Don't you think you are immodest?
Why do you at night again
Cast your nets in my domain?
I'm Jūratė, a sea-goddess."
Yet for the goddess to admire
The lad was far from turning coward:
His beaming eyes kept flashing fire,
His figure radiated power;
He caught his breath, then took an oar
And steered his small boat straight to her.
When she took
A better look
At this giant, young and smart,
She forgot her innocence
And divine magnificence,
Fell in love with all her heart.
A wrecking wind began to blow.
The heavens rose in indignation
And burst upon the sea below,
When conquered by the sweet temptation
Jūratė rushed to his embrace
And softly touched Kastytis' face.
He's excited
And delighted
Living in the world of wonder
With Jūratė by his side
Sweetly kissing his blue eyes
In the palace of bright amber.
On seeing this from high above
The mighty Thunder was offended:
How dare a mortal fall in love
And touch the goddess, pure and tender!
The amber palace in a flash
Was by a streak of lightning smashed.
And Kastytis,
Fellow sweetest,
While the thunderstorm was dying,
Kissed and fondled by the wave
Lifeless came to land again –
To the beach where pines were sighing.
Just listen sometimes late at night
When restless waves grow sad and sombre
And from the seabed out of sight
They strew the shore with bits of amber;
Deep in the heavy mist and foam
You're sure to hear a sobbing moan.
All this moaning,
All this groaning
Is Jūratė's lamentation
For Kastytis, her sweet lover,
And her palace lost forever,
Ruined by the god's damnation.
The Lithuanian girl today
Wishing her boy to stare with wonder
Likes sometimes in her charming way
To deck herself with beads of amber.
But when a song of love she sings,
As sad as a lament it rings.
When concealing
Her sweet feeling
She can find no word to utter,
Yet she loves with deep emotion,
Sometimes stormy as an ocean,
Like the legendized Jūratė.
Turn back, Kastytis, in a hurry!
Your dear old mother finds no rest,
She will be wearing down with worry
Until she sees your flapping sails
Approaching on the foaming waves.
But Kastytis
Will not listen!
He's astounded by sea treasures.
Though the blushing sun is setting,
Playful fish he keeps on netting,
Musing over youthful pleasures.
The stars on high serenely shine.
The waters slowly surge and splatter.
But – lo! – emerging from the brine
Appears the beautiful Jūratė:
As white as foam, lit up with gleam,
Below her waist all clad in green.
"Hey, Kastytis,
Fellow sweetest,
Don't you think you are immodest?
Why do you at night again
Cast your nets in my domain?
I'm Jūratė, a sea-goddess."
Yet for the goddess to admire
The lad was far from turning coward:
His beaming eyes kept flashing fire,
His figure radiated power;
He caught his breath, then took an oar
And steered his small boat straight to her.
When she took
A better look
At this giant, young and smart,
She forgot her innocence
And divine magnificence,
Fell in love with all her heart.
A wrecking wind began to blow.
The heavens rose in indignation
And burst upon the sea below,
When conquered by the sweet temptation
Jūratė rushed to his embrace
And softly touched Kastytis' face.
He's excited
And delighted
Living in the world of wonder
With Jūratė by his side
Sweetly kissing his blue eyes
In the palace of bright amber.
On seeing this from high above
The mighty Thunder was offended:
How dare a mortal fall in love
And touch the goddess, pure and tender!
The amber palace in a flash
Was by a streak of lightning smashed.
And Kastytis,
Fellow sweetest,
While the thunderstorm was dying,
Kissed and fondled by the wave
Lifeless came to land again –
To the beach where pines were sighing.
Just listen sometimes late at night
When restless waves grow sad and sombre
And from the seabed out of sight
They strew the shore with bits of amber;
Deep in the heavy mist and foam
You're sure to hear a sobbing moan.
All this moaning,
All this groaning
Is Jūratė's lamentation
For Kastytis, her sweet lover,
And her palace lost forever,
Ruined by the god's damnation.
The Lithuanian girl today
Wishing her boy to stare with wonder
Likes sometimes in her charming way
To deck herself with beads of amber.
But when a song of love she sings,
As sad as a lament it rings.
When concealing
Her sweet feeling
She can find no word to utter,
Yet she loves with deep emotion,
Sometimes stormy as an ocean,
Like the legendized Jūratė.
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