%purple%'''Brezen'''

%purple%Pozdravte jeste jednou zimu,\\
Sklonte se k snehu tajicimu.\\
Kus jara uz k nam padlo z vysek:\\
Podleska, modry vetrnicek.

%purple%Otvira ocka jeste spici,\\
Jako kdyz dite na polstari\\
V den jiz se rozednivajici\\
Diva se po matcine tvari.

%purple%A ta, jez nemuze se vynadivat,\\
Musi se smat a pocne zpivat.

->''[-Written by Jaroslav Seifert, Nobel Prize Winner in Literature, 1984-]''


%purple%'''March'''

%purple%Welcome once more the winter,\\
and gently kneel beside the melting snow.\\
There, sent from the heavens, a herald of spring:\\
Delicate petals of yellow and blue unfurl.

%purple%A drowsy spring flutters open wide eyes,\\
like a child resting on a pillow at dawn,\\
searching for his mother’s gentle face.

%purple%And she cannot take her eyes from him;\\
Smiling, she begins to sing.

->''[-Translated from the Czech by Pavel Cenkl in collaboration with his Mother;\\
as posted on his blog, [[http://www.orionrising.org/orion/ |Orion Rising]]-]''