Panka goes for a walk in the wheat field,
Butterfly slippers, snow-white apron.
Singing, he walks to and fro,
Brothers and sisters, look after her!
Slip softly under soft lawn feet,
Whistle a nice tune, you thrush in the reeds!
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Be his fan, thou leaf of the lapu!
Swallow-tail whistle, make it a race!
The cornflower eye smiles at you:
Laugh back at him, cornflowers!
Thyme, sprinkle the way with your good smell,
Get under his feet, you prickly king melon!
If the poor thing is tired on the dirt road,
Smelly ruffles, you make his bed!
Cover it, sages, with your lush leaves,
Gentle chair grasses with starry heads!
And the guardian of the meadow, the beautiful aspen tree,
You watch over her, may her sleep be peaceful!
