The Shameful Girl (My Daughter, My Dear Daughter)

– My daughter, my dear daughter, ; Katalina Fodor, ; What a thing it is, ; Your skirt is too short in front, ; It gets longer in the back. ; ; – My mother, my dear mother, ; Mrs. Péterné Sár-Fodor, ; The tailor is not a good tailor, ; The seamstress is not a good seamstress. ; ; – My daughter, my dear daughter, ; Katalina Fodor, ; The tailor is a good tailor, ; The seamstress is a good seamstress. ; ; – My mother, my dear mother, ; Mrs. Péterné Sár-Fodor, ; I cannot bear to deny, ; Who should I confess, ; How is it with me *) ; My six-month burden. ; ; – My servants, my servants, ; My loving servants, ; Take, take ; Katalina Fodor ; To the heavy prison. **) ; ; – My daughter, my dear daughter, ; Katalina Fodor, ; Are you still sleeping, or are you already dying ; In the difficult prison? ; ; My mother, my dear mother, ; Mrs. Péterné Sár-Fodor, ; I neither live nor die, ; I only worship God. ; ; My mother, my dear mother, ; Mrs. Péterné Sár-Fodor, ; In my dream at night ; Oh, I dreamed a dream: ; My beautiful red robe *) ; It was around my neck, ; My yellow shoes *) ; It was on my feet. ; A two-pronged whip *) ; It was in my hand. ; ; – My daughter, my dear daughter, ; Katalina Fodor, ; Your beautiful red robe ; Your red blood, ; Your yellow shoes *) ; Your yellow color, ; A two-pronged whip *) ; Your two executioners. ; ; – My God, my God, ; Send your angel, ; Send your angel ; In the form of a bird, ; Let me write a letter *) ; To György Hëdërvári, ; To György Hëdërvári, *) ; To János Gyöngyvári. ; ; My bird, my bird, ; Take my letter, ; Take my letter ; To György Hëdërvári, ; To György Hëdërvári, *) ; To János Gyöngyvári. ; ; If you find me at lunch, ; Put it on his table, ; If you find me sleeping, ; Put it on his pillow. ; ; – My servants, my servants, ; My loving servants, ; If a dog eats it ; Six oat-fed stallions, ; We will only live *) ; Katalina Fodor. ; ; – My mother, my dear mother, ; Mrs. Péterné Sár-Fodor, ; Where is the daughter of the kend, ; My dear lover? ; ; – She went out to the stream, ; She washes her white feet, ; She washes her white feet, ; She shows herself. ; ; – My mother, my dear mother, ; Mrs. Péterné Sár-Fodor, ; Where is the daughter of the kend, ; My dear lover? ; ; – I will not tolerate-deny, ; Who should I confess, ; I handed her over to the ; Executioners. ; ; – My blood with your blood ; Flows into one stream, ; My body with your body ; May it rest in one grave, ; My soul with your soul *) ; May it worship one God. ; ; One was buried ; From the east of the sun, ; The other was buried ; From the west of the sun. ; ; On the grave of one ; A beautiful walnut tree has grown, ; On another's grave ; A pair of turtledoves are nesting. ; ; That sad turtledove ; Still sings: ; Cursed is the mother, ; Even more so the father, ; Who forbids two lovers *) ; From each other. ; ; *) in lines 5-6 ; **) in line 4