I have been ill, and I was really bad, I have exhausted the chemist's nearby, But still I was growing paler and thinner, — All the medicines were in vain. Time was passing. I had to got to hospital,...
Many bridegrooms hurry tot he girl-dawn From a foreign land overseas. All are clad in brocade and satin, and with a load of gifts Their gold ships are filled....
My beloved, joy of my life, To fight for his land departs. My beloved, joy of my life, Is taking his friend's heart. I am parting from my beloved. How hard it is to part!...
The Earth is so vast, Spacious, lovely! And my prison is Dark and stinking. A bird in the sky Soars to the clouds. On the floor I lie, My hands are chained. A flower grows in freedom....
With burning indignation life here ending, I imprecate my cruel destiny. Why, Mother, did you cherish me and tend me? Why was your loving eyes’ light shed on me?...
Fetters with fingers bare From your small cell down tear, Else will death you not spare, Stalking here everywhere. You in a sack they’ve bound, To their vile jestings’ sound....
Don't take it hard, my friend, this too - soon exit. Immortal life... who bought, or made a deal? You see, the kind of life a fellow chooses Marks off his years and on them sets its seal....
All ’round us sand. A chain of barracks, Surrounded on all sides by barbed wire. We’re just like beetles delving in our dunghills. This is our lodging. This is where we’re mired....
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,...
Where can I find sufficient strength and force That could reverse the Dvina’s normal course, And speed me, pillowed on its swirling foam, Back to my native country, to my home?...
I will not Kneel in front of you, executioner, Even though I am your prisoner, I am a slave in your prison. When my time comes — I will die. But be aware: I will die standing up,...
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....
We have no wine here to regale us So let our tears serve as wine! Let’s pour. This drink we have in surplus, Our hearts it’ll burn right through with brine. Perhaps its bitterness will succour...
I am back! Meet me, my love! Rejoice, even though I am without a leg: I never kneeled before the enemy, And he tore my leg off for this. He hit with a mine, knocked me off to the ground....
People shed blood in the battles: So many thousands die every day! Feeling the smell of pray, nearby The wolves are hunting about all night long. The wolves' eyes are shining:...
You, Kind sisters, for so log Shared with us the burden of war! Your eyes are dark with smoke, And your sleeves are crimsoned with blood. You took the wounded from the battle, Forgetting fear,...
My life In front of you on the ground Will fall as a broken flower. You will go past, caught by rain, Hurrying into the cosy, warm house. You will forget how under the hot sun...