Poetic-Verses from ATHANASE

YOU SLEEP, MY PRINCE

"The night scatters your dream among the city walls."

Athanase Vantchev de Thracy

You sleep, your head resting on the gentle pulse
Of blood that flows deep in the paths of the heart,
Taste of the afternoon that gives the flowers more beauty,
And the rhythms of my song, more light.

Translated frome the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Peter Hill