Hristo Botev Biography

He lives, still he lives! In the mountain fast,
soaked in blood, he lies and groans,
a rebel, wounded in the chest,
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A cloud of darkness has appeared
from the mountains and the forest:
does it mean a gentle drizzle
or a terrifying tempest?
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1868
Don't cry, mother, don't grieve
that I grew up as an outlaw,
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O my God, my righteous God.
Not you, in heaven apart,
but you, who are within me, God -
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In sorrow youth passes, in sorrows and pains,
Angrily boils the blood in the veins;
Lowering brows - the mind cannot see,
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