«Не напразно вихри вяха / и ехтеше буря зла - / някой тайнствено и плахо / блясък в моя взор разля. С пролетния дъх, ненужна / в мен мечтата отшумя / по прекрасната, ...»
«My former wound is quietened — / The drunk delirium is not eating my heart. / With the blue flowers of Tegeran / I'm healing them in the chaihana. The chaihana man himself with round shoulders, / To glorify his chaihana for Russians, / Is treating me to red tea / Instead of strong vod...»
«I asked the money changer today, / Who gives a half fog for a ruble, / How should I say to the beautiful Lala / The tender Persian 'I love you'? I asked the money changer today / How lighter than wind, quieter than the joyous stream, / Should I say to the beautiful Lala / The tender wor...»
«Shagane, you are my Shagane! / Maybe because I'm from the North, / I'm ready to tell you everything, / About the waving rye under the moon, / My Shagane, Shagane. Maybe because I'm from the North, / That the moon is a hundred times bigger there, / No matter how she could be beautiful, /...»