Czech Poetry — Josef Kalus

Ah geese, my little geese,
How little do you know
That on your snowy breasts
My dowry fair doth grow.

For I shall have my beds
Out of your downy lot;
In them my dearest love
Will take me to his cot.

There I shall spread them out,
In covers fine and light;
And there we both shall sleep,
Like stars in doublets white.
Translated by Jos. V. Sládek