Dobrou noc, Měsíc

The moon winks goodnight.

Goodnight, Moon.

Požáru Mraky

Fire clouds

burn the sky

blues are seared

and turned into

 scorching gold

orange heat

yellow sweat

and boiling red

Fire clouds

burn the sky

as sun gives way

to moon's cool light

Noční Mrak

Beware of the night cloud

that comes out in day,

the sky will turn dark

and your soul will decay.

 

 The night cloud is fearless,

all mercy is dead

when the sky turns from blue

to a devilish red.

The night cloud will cover

the sun at high noon

and transform the gold

to a silvery moon.

Beware of the night cloud

with its secretive ways,

your soul is in danger

of losing its days.

Řeka Mraky

These clouds are from far away and a long time ago.

It wasn't Bohemia,

but when the river froze and the sun shone,

it could trick you into believing that

Bohemia is everywhere.

Horské Mraky

Mountain clouds

are devilish things,

they trick and twist

and taunt with glee.

Is it a mountain

or a cloud

that floats up there

so casually?

Mountains solid

reach up high,

clouds of fluff

do hang so low

that peaks of snow

and woodsy brush

get swallowed up

in bluish glow.

Mountain clouds

are devilish things,

they trick the eyes

from far and near.

The land and sky

blend into one,

and poor horizons

 disappear.