One day a young enchantress told her suitor, A prince whose passion nothing could allay: “If you want me to believe your ardour, Go, Shah-zadeh, your royal brother slay.”...
Forgive me, Motherland, whose name Was on my lips in bitter strife, Forgive me - to your sacred glory I failed to sacrifice my life. I didn't betray you for a moment To save my life, a speck of dust....
There is a woman in the world alone. I like her more than anything, The whole world she could captivate, But this beauty is married. — Is she in love with her husband?...
I'm afraid that fool death will defeat me soon, The hunger, lice and cold will do me in, And I'll die as in winter an old beggar dies, All alone, without comfort of friend or kin....
Perhaps the years go by, no letters come, Or any news of me. My every footprint covered with blind earth, My tracks grass-grown and nothing left to see. Perhaps - in black I'll visit you in dreams,...