Source, in full
Now, Csikos, Gulyas, now—come hither—hither, / And make your way through fly-swarms numberless, / And armies of loud croaking frogs, and legions / Of insects which torment the herds—come hither, / Forth from the robbers' nest, and tell me who / Placed thee in that wild waste.
Notes from Wikiquote
"The Bugaczian Csarda" (tr. John Bowring, 1830)