Not the snake fangs, but the stinging
Heartache emptied out my veins.
A quiet girl, I call love, singing
Birdlike in the whitened plains.
The other road closed long ago,
My prince — in a fortress, up high,
Will I betray him? — I don’t know!
But my life on this earth is a lie.
I won’t forget how he bid me farewell
I didn’t cry; I knew it was fate.
To visit his dreams, I’m casting new spells
But my spells are in vain, I’m afraid.
Does he sleep so serenely, locked in,
All because I’m barred and locked out,
Or is the bright-eyed tender Sirin
Already singing to him from a cloud?
Хорони, хорони меня, ветер!
Родные мои не пришли,
Надо мною блуждающий вечер
И дыханье тихой земли.
Я была, как и ты, свободной,
Но я слишком хотела жить.
Видишь, ветер, мой труп холодный,
И некому руки сложить.
Закрой эту черную рану
Покровом вечерней тьмы
И вели голубому туману
Надо мною читать псалмы.
Чтобы мне легко, одинокой,
Отойти к последнему сну,
Прошуми высокой осокой
Про весну, про мою весну.
«I am submerged within the whistling / Of time's streams, my black cloak tearing. / I call the people, seek the prophets / That secrets of the heavens sing. I walk ahead with speedy gait, / And here - the rock, and you stand here / A mage in garland of the stars, / And with a wise smile ...»
«Laughing, delighting, and rebelling / In all her hopeless, endless angst, / In Mahendzhauri, near Batumi / She stood out lonely on the sand. She was so dignified and proud — / She thought herself a river, and / She naked went into the water / And touched the sea foam with her hand. R...»
«A white and lonely sail is flickering / Across the blue fog of the sea / What does he seek in far-off distance? / What did he leave in home country? The waves are playing — wind is whistling, / The mast of ship does bend and moan.. / Alas — happiness he's not seeking / Nor does fro...»
«There is a God, yes, but He left the room / before the vote. He didn't say He'd do / a thing like that, but did it anyhow, / and simply turned our spirits upside down. / Without God, you can't cope, but He'll ignore / our queries such as "why?", "whatever for?" / and "what comes next?", ...»