1904 yilinda Nobel Edebiyat Odulunu kazanan, Fransiz sair ve dilbilimci Frederic Mistral'in dogum yildonumu (8 Eylul 1830)
Provence'li bir kiz aniyorum.
Gencligimin asklarinda.
Crau ovasinda, denize dogru bugdaylarda,
Buyuk Homeros'un alcak gonullu ogrencisi olarak,
Onu izlemek istiyorum. Sadece
Koylu bir kiz oldugundan
Crau'nun disinda cok az bahsetmisler ondan.
Alni, yalniz gencligi ile goz kamastirici
Ne altin taci, ne Sam kaftani vardi,
Fakat istiyorum ki onun sani yukselsin
Tipki bir kraliceninki gibi
Ve hor gorulen guzel dilimiz onu oksasin
Ey cobanlar ve ciftciler, cunku siirimi yalniz size soyluyorum.
A maiden of Provence I sing;
I tell the love-taie of her spring,
Across La Crau's wide wheat-fields follow her to the sea.
Mine be the daring aspiration
To sing of her in Homer's fashion,
My lady of the lowly station,
Unknown beyond the prairies of lone La Crau was she.
What though her brow was never crowned
Save with the youth that rayed it round ?
What though she bore no golden crown and wore no damask cloak ?
Yet I would hâve her raised in glory
As a queen is, and set before me
In our poor speech to tell her story,
Because I sing for you alone, shepherds and farmer-folk


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