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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,...

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.”...

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!...

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... —...

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....

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!...