Once upon a time in Bulgaria, always
Time held me in its arms.
In the flowery courtyard of my youth,
light was the rule.
So ordered my mother’s magi,
as soon as she gave me a bright name!
…When I was happy,
the sun was forbidden
to enter the night.
When I woke up, the moonlight
had permission to gently kiss
the nightingale’s song, under my window!