IV The Coming of Meeschani on Sunday to the Wedding
(The Meeschani or Master Merchants of old held themselves in high esteem, looking down upon the peasants)
Let us drive—we will drive across the fields;
Drive uphill and down the dales,
Across the sands, across the stones.
They will hear us coming in the vales;
The sands shall murmur, the stones shall prattle,
As ’neath our horses’ feet they rattle;
We will be talked of everywhere.
Ah, how the villagers will stare:
“See now, Meeschani driving there!”