I know in your song, dzhigit, there is A flame and love to the native land. But the warrior is famous not for his song: What tell me, have you done in the war? Have you stood up for your motherland...
I dreamt of my daughter. She came and stroked my forelock with her hand. — Oh you have been away for long! — se told me, The child cast her glance right into my soul. My head was going round for joy,...
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....
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.”...
I am healthy again. And my tired brain Is free of oppressive gloom. My forehead is damp. As though it covered With dewdrops at the hour of blooming dawn. I can see again the world rich with light,...
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....
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,...
Once on the steps of a house There stood a boy right in front of the door, And he couldn't reach his finger to the bell, Mo way — and he was obviously perplexed. I came up to him and tell him:...
The verdict was announced today: He Is sentenced to death. Only tears that were seething in his chest. Are all gone... and he is not crying. it is calm in the prison... from the nocturnal sky...
If they bring news to you about me, If they say: «He is tired, he is lagging behind, he fell down», Do not believe, my dearly loved! This word My friends will never utter, if they believe in me!...
The day is fading, yet I still stand With a heavy heart and silent thought And gaze upon the forest wall That rises up around me naught. Perhaps the partisans have lit A bonfire in the evening air...
When with the light of dawn I am awaking, Or when I sink into sleep's dark abyss, I have a feeling that there's something wanting, That there is something very much amiss....
Our gardener is a restless old man. Me is, perhaps, ninety years old. But he, as the dawn lights up, Is awake, rolls up his sleeves And goes into the garden with a spade... —...
We said good-bye, and the dearly loved hands Gave me a handkerchief with an embroidered edge. A present of my dearly beloved! She is always with me. With it I covered my wound in a battle....
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....
It sometimes happens that the soul stands firm. Although death’s cruel wind blows everywhere, The soul's frail blossom is too proud to tremble: Even the tiniest petal will not stir....
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....
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....
A parting with a friend is past all bearing When there's no hope of meeting any more. Especially if the riches you can boast of Comprise of love and friendship, nothing more....