Robert Burns is a
Scottish poet. Every year on his birthday Scotsmen all over the world
gather together for a traditional celebration in which his memory is
glorified, his poems are recited and his song are sung. Burns poetry is
loved and enjoyed by all his countrymen. They love Burns for the
generosity and kindness of his nature, for his patriotism and
truthfulness. In his poems he sang the pride and dignity of the Scottish
peasantry. Burns sang the beauty and the glory of his native land. He
glorified true love and friendship. Burns was born in Alloway, near Ayr,
on 25th of January, 1759. His father was a hard-working man and he took
great trouble to give his family all the education he could. When
Robert was six, he was send to a school at Alloway Miln. Robert was
given a good knowledge of English. For some years Burns worked on the
family farm. They lived very poor. Burns wrote his first poem at the age
of 14. And from then till his death his poems and songs came out,
giving delight and joy to himself, his countrymen and the entire world
around. Burns worked with his father and brothers. The death of his
father in 1784 left Burns free to choose his own kind of life, but it
also gave him new responsibilities as the head of the family. As a
farmer he was unsuccessful and moved to other place - Burns published
his poems in Kilmarnock in 1786. The success was great. Burns wrote many
poems and songs. After a short illness he died on 21st of July, 1796.
Millions of people all over the world highly esteem and love Burns’
poems. S. Marshak, a great soviet poet, brought Burns to Russian people
throughout his fine translations. My Heart’s in the Highlands.
My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart’s in
the Highlands, a chasing the deer;
A chasing the wild deer, and
following the roe -
My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birthplace
of valour, the country of worth:
Wherever I wander, wherever I
rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to
the mountains high covered with snow;
Farewell to the straths and
green valleys below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-handing
woods;
Farewell to the torrents and loud pouring floods.
My
heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the
Highlands, a chasing the deer;
A chasing the wild deer, and
following the roe -
My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.
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