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Sings the story at twilight 
When the moon is just rising, 
Sings a simple troubadour 
The short tale of life. 

How a fine boy, 
Born in a palace, 
A palace like crystal, 
Became a proud man.

* 
You were born on a bed of flowers, 
Beside you, your father the king, 
Your mother, the queen
And you, the handsome prince. 

All the scholars
Praised you in thought, 
While the priests and people
Offered their prayers to you. 

They’d all waited,
For a lord to be born, 
A future king 
To guard them from evil. 

Feasts and celebrations 
Were held in your honor, 
As both the serfs
And the rich danced together. 

In your tender childhood, 
The courtiers marveled 
At how handsome and skillful
The prince seemed to be. 

With his angelic face 
And composed manner, 
He easily won over 
All the palace dwellers.

* 
But behold, as years passed 
The prince grew to adulthood, 
A pleasant shining sun, 
A bright sky, mantle, and shield.

Beaming with love and pride, 
His mighty father, the king, 
And the whole world praised 
Prince Alexander. 

On that April day, 
Calling in great secrecy 
His son to his bedside, 
The old king said: 

“I am old, dear child, 
And illness is taking me. 
Go now, dear child, 
Choose yourself a bride.” 

Our prince left for the world 
With a retinue of ten, 
Riding a beautiful chestnut 
Like none other there had been.

* 
Slowly pacing the kingdom
Searching the land, far and wide, 
Through beautiful noble courts, 
And vast countryside. 

One evening at dusk, 
He spotted her, finally,
A specter peering from the rocks,
The most beautiful girl.

Shrouded in mystery,
A rosebud with a slender waist,
She greeted the weary prince
With gentle brown eyes, blushing face.

He remembered; daughter of Tavoi, 
A poor old man from Tashke, 
Not of noble descent 
And had only a simple boat. 

He recalled her help the evening before 
With the boat, to cross over 
The raging waters of Rhene, 
From one bank to the other.

With a warm, crystal voice 
And her gentle brown eyes, 
She made the prince lose himself 
In her feminine charms. 

Such rare elegance 
He had never seen, 
Neither in noble courts 
Nor from a very good mother. 

On that enchanted night, 
He immediately made an oath
This girl would be
His precious wife. 

* 
Enveloped in the spell of night, 
With the moon as a holy star, 
The old man kissed his daughter
And lamented at her leaving.

“You are called by the longing for love,” 
Tavoi said to his daughter.
“You are saddened,” said the girl, 
“By the fire that burns in me.” 

“It is the fire of love, child, 
That burns without ceasing, 
It calls you today, unceasingly, 
On the path to love.” 

“On the road of life you will go. 
Soon you will forget, 
The old house in Tashke, 
And your dear, old father.” 

The girl burst into tears. 
Hiding her disappointment, 
She cried out tenderly, 
“I will stay with you, father!” 

A soldier, hiding in the shadows
Dazed by all he heard, 
Reported to the prince
The unsettling news. 

Alas, even amidst passion
For the prince, and his bright offer,
The girl would not be compelled
To leave her aging father.

Disappointed, the prince resumed
His quest for a bride
To honor his father's wishes
And soothe his wounded pride.
* 
On the long road ahead, 
Wandering in the world,
He was to see many things, 
Far from his kingdom.

He saw strange animals, 
He saw the great sea, 
He saw palaces and shacks, 
He even saw a witch. 

“Turn back, noble prince, 
A girl is waiting for you. 
I see her in the crystal globe! 
I see her waiting for you!” 

Impassioned, he fled
And in his great flight, 
He rushed through the mountains 
To Ramira, the girl in the night. 

It was as if he could hear her voice 
Calling his name with longing. 
In his mind, he saw her face, 
Her enchanting smile.

*
Meanwhile, alone at her threshold, 
With big, tear-filled eyes, 
The girl mourned her father, 
The boatman, named Tavoi. 

Left alone in the world 
Without any help, 
The poor girl seemed lost 
Without her old father. 

But one day at dusk, 
On the road from the north, 
She saw in the distance 
Her prince riding. 

The beautiful girl rejoiced, 
Handkerchief wiping her face, 
That no one would see 
Her tear-streaked face. 

They met in a secret hour, 
When everything seemed lost, 
Words exchanged for kisses, 
Impassioned in the night. 

*
In the morning that followed, 
On their way to the palace, 
They joyfully crossed 
His entire kingdom. 

Seeing the land was beautiful 
And the kindness of the world,
They pledged to be one;
The prince and his beautiful girl. 

At the threshold of summer,
Echoes of joy filled the palace,
And the whole kingdom rejoiced, 
For the boy who was to be king.

Then the courtiers rejoiced, 
The poor mother was happy, 
And the good king delighted, 
His tears wiped away. 

Amazed by the beautiful girl, 
By her enchanting smile
They immediately agreed to hold 
A wedding like none before. 

A grand imperial wedding 
Like none had ever seen, 
With musicians and acrobats, 
With various kinds of dishes. 

The moon rejoiced in the sky, 
And the stars danced, 
The sun laughed continuously, 
And the blooming fields laughed too. 

From the heavens, they still looked down 
And watched over their treasure, 
The old boatman Tavoi 
With Ramira's mother.
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