The Silver Fanged Boar (by St. Aug. Doinas; translated from Romanian) A Levantine prince, deep in love with the hunt, in the dark, heavy heart of the woods his way led. Struggling his way on through thicket and hedge he sang from a flute made of bone and he said: "Come hunt along me in untouchable forests that most fearsome prey, the silver fanged boar, who switches all day in his safely hid lairs his glassy stare eye, his hoof and his fur..."	Mistretul cu colti de argint (original version) Un print din Levant indragind vanatoarea prin inima neagra de codru trecea. Croindu-si cu greu prin hatisuri cararea, canta dintr-un flaut de os si zicea: -Veniti sã vanam în paduri nepatrunse mistretul cu colti de argint, fioros, ce zilnic isi schimba în scorburi ascunse copita si blana si ochiul sticlos...
"O, Master," told him his servants of hunt, "that boar does not roam in these here lands. Let us better go for the horned beastly game or even red foxes, or small hare brands." But the prince passed on ever-smiling ahead, and looked through the trees searching for gray-hued skin, leaving the meek deer alone in its path and the shiny-eyed lynx alone in its grin.	-Stapane, ziceau servitorii cu goarne, mistretul acela nu vine pe-aici. Mai bine s-abatem vanatul cu coarne, ori vulpile rosii, ori iepurii mici ... Dar printul trecea zambitor inainte privea printre arbori atent la culori, lasand în culcus caprioara cuminte si linxul ce rade cu ochi sclipitori.
Under the beech trees the prince brushed weeds aside: "Look how he turns and calls us, he stood not far of our reach, the silver fanged boar: come, let us hit him with the arrow of wood!..."	Sub fagi el dadea buruiana-ntr-o parte: -Priviti cum se-nvarte facandu-ne semn mistretul cu colti de argint, nu departe: veniti sã-l lovim cu sageata de lemn!...
"O, Master, 'tis water that shines in the night," told him the servant and looked at him bright. But the prince turned around and snapped, "Say no more..." and the water did shine like the fang of a boar.	-Stapane, e apa jucand sub copaci, zicea servitorul privindu-l istet. Dar el raspundea intorcandu-se: -Taci... Si apa sclipea ca un colt de mistret.
Under elm trees the prince scattered small game: "Look how he squirms and waits just on that hill the silver fanged boar, alone and withdrawn: come, let us hit him with the arrow of steel!..."	Sub ulmi, el zorea risipite alaiuri: -Priviti cum pufneste si scurma stingher, mistretul cu colti de argint, peste plaiuri: veniti sã-l lovim cu sageata de fier!...
"O, Master, 'tis just grass that shines over there," told him the servant and grinned with more dare. But the prince turned around and snapped, "Say no more..." and the thin grass did shine like the fang of a boar.	-Stapane, e iarba fosnind sub copaci, zicea servitorul zambind indraznet. Dar el raspundea intorcandu-se: -Taci... Si iarba sclipea ca un colt de mistret.
Under fir trees the prince bid them climb up: "Look where he rests in his dwelling of claim the silver-fanged boar whom our fairytales sing come, let us hit him with the arrow of flame!..."	Sub brazi, el striga indemnandu-i spre creste: -Priviti unde-si afla odihna si loc mistretul cu colti de argint, din poveste: veniti sã-l lovim cu sageata de foc!...
"O, Master, the moon is what shines on the plain," told him the servant and laughed in disdain. But the prince turned around and snapped, "Say no more..." and the white moon did shine like the fang of a boar.	-Stapane, e luna lucind prin copaci, zicea servitorul razand cu dispret. Dar el raspunde intorcandu-se: -Taci... Si luna sclipea ca un colt de mistret.
But oh! under pale light of stars in the dusk as he bent at the spring and with water he fed, A huge boar came down to him, and his fangs in savage ways dragged him through dust coarse and red. "What is this strange beast that soils me with blood and stops me the hunt of my silver fanged boar? What is that black bird that cries high in the moon, what faded leaf hits me and hurts me so sore?..."	Dar vai! sub luceferii palizi ai boltii cum sta în amurg, la izvor aplecat, veni un mistret urias, si cu coltii il trase salbatic prin colbul roscat. -Ce fiara ciudata mã umple de sange, oprind vanatoarea mistretului meu? Ce pasare neagra sta-n luna si plange? Ce vesteda frunza mã bate mereu?...
"O, Master, now this is the silver fanged boar, 'tis him that has got you and tears you in gore. Just hear the hounds barking to drive him away..." But the prince turned around and snapped, "Say no more."	-Stapane, mistretul cu colti ca argintul, chiar el te-a cuprins, grohaind, sub copaci. Asculta cum latra copoii gonindu-l... Dar printul raspunse-ntorcadu-se.-Taci.
Just pick up your horn and blow it, don't stop. Blow the horn till I die, to the clear sky and moon..."	Mai bine ia cornul si sunã intruna. Sã suni pana mor, catre cerul senin...
The moon covered her pale face behind mountain top and the horn sang its song, but it stopped very soon.	Atunci asfinti dupa crestete luna si cornul sunã, insã foarte putin.