Please don’t waken
Please don’t waken, sleep within my breast
Stifled love
My exhausted soul yearns to rest
Stand at ease, love.
So what if others please to live there
Stifled love
E’en they will fall worn out with care
Stand at ease love
What? ….You can’t still hope for something
Stifled love
Can’t you hear life’s scornful laughing?
Stand at ease love
Forget the reveries, the dreams
Stifled love
In a heart that feels no hate, no chains
Stand at ease love.
Tsanko Tserkovski
translation by Christopher Buxton