Duka Leka

Yesterday was married Duka Leka: Comes to-day a mandate from the emperor: “Duka! on—on, Leka! to the army.” Duka’s steed caparisons he quickly;— His love holds him by the bridle, weeping:— “Woe is me!—woe’s me! thou voivode Leka! Goest thou with thy noble steed to battle, Leav’st alone thy young bride inexperienced?” ‘With thy mother, and with mine I leave thee.’ “Woe is me! woe’s me! thou voivode Leka!— Thee away—and what avail two mothers?”

Duka Leka arms him for the battle: His young bride stands by his courser, weeping:— “Woe is me! woe’s me! thou voivode Leka! Goest thou with thy noble steed to battle? And with whom dost leave thy bride untutor’d?” ‘With thy father, and with mine I leave thee.’ “Woe, my Duka! woe! thou voivode Leka!— Thee away—and what avail two fathers?”

Duka Leka girds him for the battle; Weeping holds his wife his horse’s bridle:— “Woe is me! woe, Duka!—voivode Leka! Dost equip thy good steed for the battle? Who shall care about the unpractised loved one?”

‘To thy brother, and to mine, I leave thee.’ “Woe! O Duka, woe! thou voivode Leka! Thee away—and what avail two brothers?”