The exhaustion of prison is taking its toll. All the days and the nights arc anguish. Every hope, every passion that stirred my soul My confinement strives to extinguish....
He gave his oath with all his heart, With all his soul - and on his horse, Gun on his shoulder, straight he sat, Ready to march to free the Earth. And where he passed the foe was crushed,...
If I was a swallow, If I made noise with wings, At the hour when the dawn flashes And the Chulpan-star rises, My home, my land, I would fly to you, As soon as the dawn sheds light....
Our execution’s soon ‒ we’ve out been taken, And lined up in a solitary spot... In order not to see a deed so shameful, The sun behind the hill has promptly dropped....
The young and old came to a poet in a crowd, The house is already Filled with guests. The poet took them to the magnificent garden That he grew up nearby his heart. Then, so that the guests enjoy themselves,...
We will gather around the table one May, Our glasses with crimson wine will be filled, There’ll be festively merry songs all the day, Songs to drown out the glasses' silvery trill....