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Khristo Botev

Botev's life and death has striking similarity in the deeds of two other poets and revolutionaries. In Hungary, Shandor Petjofi and in Ukraine, Taras Shevchenko, fought also with pencil and sword their nations' oppressors. The motherland of these three poets and revolutionaries was nineteenth-century Eastern Europe, partitioned among three empires: the Russian, the Habsburg, and the Ottoman one. Two strong movements, Nationalism and Romanticism influenced strongly their poetry and belletristic.
Botev's life followed the blueprints for a nineteenth-century National revolutionary in Eastern Europe. Born in 1848 (the year of revolutions throughout Europe), raised with the living traditions of hayduks (guerilla fighters), studied in Russia (influenced by narodniks), taught in his home town, and eventually joined the revolutionaries across Danube to cross the river again in 1876 and find his death and immortality. 
(more about Botev in Manning, Clarence Augustus. The history of modern Bulgarian literature. Westport, Conn., Greenwood Press,1974.)

Christo Botev
 Na proshtavane

 

 

Ne plachi, mayiko, ne tqzhi,

 

 

Che stanah azi haydutin,

 

 

Haydutin, mayiko, buntovnik,

 

 

Ta tebe kleta ostavih

 

 

Za pqrvo chedo da zhalish!

 

 

No kqlni, mayiko, proklinai,

 

 

Taz turska cherna prokqda

 

 

Deto nas mladi propqdi

 

 

Po tazi tezhka chuzhbina--

 

 

Nemili, kleti, nedragi!

 

 

Az znaya, mayiko, mil sqm ti,

 

 

Che mozhe mlad da zagina,

 

 

Ach, utre kato premina

 

 

Prez tiha byala Dunava!

 

 

No kazhi kakvo da pravya,

 

 

Kat si me, mayiko, roridla

 

 

Sqs sqrze mqzhko, yunashko,

 

 

Ta sqrze, mayiko, ne trae

 

 

Da gleda turchin che besney

 

 

Nad bashtino mi ognishte:

 

 

Tam, deto az sum porasnal

 

 

I pqrvo mlyako zsaukal;

 

 

Tam deto libe hubavo

 

 

Cherni si ochi vdigneshe

 

 

I s onazi tiha usmivka

 

 

V skrqbno gi sqrze vpieshe;

 

 

Tam deto pashta I bratya

 

 

Cherni cherneyat za mene!…

 

 

Ah male--mayiko yunashka!

 

 

Prosti mi I vech proshtavay!

 

 

Az veche pushka naramih

 

 

I na glas ticham naroden

 

 

Sreshtu vragqt si bezverni.

 

 

Tam az za milo, za drago,

 

 

Za teb, za bashta, za braya--

 

 

Za nego shte se zalovya,

 

 

Pqk…kakvoto sabya pokazhe

 

 

I chestta, mayiko, yunashka!

 

 

A ti,'ga chuesh, mayinolyo,

 

 

Che kurshum propey nad selo

 

 

I momzi vehce naskochat,

 

 

Ti izlez, mayiko, pitayi gi,

 

 

De ti e chedo ostanalo.

 

 

Ako ti kazhat, che azi

 

 

Padnal sqm s kurshum pronizan,

 

 

I togaz, mayiko, ne plachi,

 

 

Nito pqk slushai horata

 

 

Deto shte kazhat za mene:

 

 

"Nehrani-mayika izleze",--

 

 

No idi, mayiko, u doma

 

 

I s sqrze vsichko razkazhi

 

 

Na moyite bratya nevrqstni,

 

 

Da pomnyat i te da znayat,

 

 

Che I te brat sa imali,

 

 

No brat im padna, zagina,

 

 

Za tuy, che kletnik ne trayia

 

 

Pred turzi glava da sklanya, syurmashko teglo da gleda!

 

 

Kazhi im mayiko da pomnyat,

 

 

Da pomnyat, mene da tqrsyat:

 

 

Byalo mi meso po skali,

 

 

Po skali I po orlyiazi,

 

 

Cherni mi kqrvi v zemyiata

 

 

Zemyiata, mayiko, chernata!

 

 

Dano mi nayidat pushkata,

 

 

Pushakta, mayiko, sabyiata,

 

 

I deto sreshtnat dushmanin

 

 

Sqs kurshum da go pozdravyiat,

 

 

A pqk sqs sabyia pomilvat…

 

 

Ako li mayiko ne mozhesh

 

 

Ot milost I tuyi da storish,

 

 

To 'ga se sberat momite

 

 

Pred nazi, mayiko, na horo

 

 

I doyidat moyite vrqstnizi

 

 

I skrqbno libe s drugarki,

 

 

Ti izlez, mayiko, poslushai

 

 

Sqs moite bratyia nevrqstni

 

 

Moyata pesen yunashka--

 

 

Zastho I kak sqm zaginal

 

 

I kakvi dumi izdumal

 

 

Pred smqrtta si i pred druzhina…

 

 

Tqzhno shtesh, mayiko, da gledash

 

 

Ti na tuyi horo veselo,

 

 

I kato sreshtnesh pogledqt

 

 

Na moyito libe hubavo,

 

 

Dqlboko shte mi vqzdqhnat

 

 

Dve sqrza mili za mene--

 

 

Neyinoto, mayiko, I tvoeto!

 

 

I dve shtat sqlzi da kapnat

 

 

Na stari gqrdi i mladi…

 

 

No tui shtat bratyia da vidyiat

 

 

I koga, mayiko, porasnat--

 

 

Kato brata si shte stanat--

 

 

Silno da liyubat i mraziyat…

 

 

 

 

 

Ako li, male, maiynole,

 

 

Zhiv I zdrav stigna do selo,

 

 

Zhiv I zdrav s bayirak vqv rqka,

 

 

Pod bayirak lichni yiunatzi,

 

 

Napeti, v drehi voiynishki,

 

 

S levove zlatni na chelo,

 

 

S iglyianki pushki na ramo

 

 

I s sabi zmii na krqstqt,

 

 

O, togaz, mayiko yunashka!

 

 

O, libe milo, hubavo!

 

 

Berete zvetyia v gradina

 

 

Kqsayite brqshlyian I zdravetz,

 

 

Pletete bentzi I kitki,

 

 

Da kichim glavi I pushki!

 

 

I togaz s venetz I kitka

 

 

Ti, mayiko, ela pri mene,

 

 

El, me, mayiko pregqrni

 

 

I v krasno chelo tzeluni--

 

 

Krasno, s dve dumi zavetni:

 

 

Svoboda ili smqrt yiunashka!

 

 

A az shte libe pregqrna

 

 

S kqrvava rqka prez ramo,

 

 

Da chuyi to sqrze yiunashko,

 

 

Kak tupa sqrtze, igrae;

 

 

Plachqt mu da spra s tzeluvka,

 

 

Sqlzi mu s usta da glqtna…

 

 

Pqk togaz…mayiko, proshtavai!

 

 

Ti, libe, ne me zabravyai!

 

 

Druzhina trqgva, otiva,

 

 

Pqtyiat e strashen, no slaven:

 

 

Az mozhe mlad da zagina…

 

 

No…stiga mi taya nagrada--

 

 

Da kazhe nyavga narodqt:

 

 

Umryia siromah za pravda,

 

 

Za pravda i za svoboda…


Last modified: November 24, 1997

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