The Carbuncle Tower in the High Tatras

Note: ; The legend is still alive on the lips of the people today, and a boy from Keszthely, the highly educated and poetic teacher Ernő Lindner, used it in six different forms in his beautiful poems written in the Spiš dialect, of which, as one of the poetically beautiful examples of Hungarian regional dialects, we present the shortest: ; ; Beautiful blonde shepherdess, my dear, ; Tell me: will you be my little bride? ; ; Beautiful young hunter, I will gladly be, ; Only that ruby stone would be mine. ; ; Oh that ruby, here I will bring it, ; My arrow will surely hit the top of the cliff. ; ; To scatter the sparks through the air, ; Here it flies swiftly into your lap, see, see. ; ; Ah, no, my sweet young man, he will fly into the lake, ; Alas, he will fall into the hands of the lake fairy. ; ; Fairy, water fairy, give me that stone, ; I will fight you to the death! ; ; Alas, no, my sweet young man, do not come near, ; He will embrace you with his fairy arm. ; ; He will cling to your lips with his hot lips, ; And behold, the foam will fall on you forever.