
«Horossan has one such door, they tell me, / On the threshold roses line the floor / And a pensive peri there is dwelling. / Horossan has one such door, they tell me, / But it did not yield to me, that door. In my hands and arms I’ve strength in plenty, / There is gold and copper in my h...»
«Blue homeland of Firdausi, / You’ll keep the memory warm / Of that kind fellow from Russia / Whose gaze had a pensive charm, / Blue homeland of Firdausi. I know you’re beautiful, Persia. / Like lanterns your roses shine, / Their supple freshness murmurs / To me of that far land of...»
«To be a poet — if from the truth / Of life one is not to depart — / Means flailing your soft skin to soothe / With your own blood another’s heart. To be a poet — of open fields / Go sing, their freedom mastering. / A nightingale no anguish feels, / Ever the same old song he sing...»
«My love’s hands, just like a pair of swans, / In my golden head of hair are plunging. / Everybody who to earth belongs / Sings of love, then sings again — of loving. I too sang of love long, long ago, / Now again with that same theme I’m dealing. / For that reason deeply breathe and...»