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Not with silver I came,
Not with amber I came,
Not as a king I came,
As a shepherd I came.
Here's air of hills of mine,
Here's of two eyes of mine
Sharp gaze — and of fires
Red glare and of dawns of mine.
Where's wax — that is the fur?
Through hole I won't turn!
Poorer than all —
But ahead of all!
Behind a camel a camel
See: on that round hill,
See: walking are the kings,
See: they are bearing bins.
O — after — far!
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Не с серебром пришла,
Не с янтарём пришла, —
Я не царём пришла,
Я пастухом пришла.
Вот воздух гор моих,
Вот острый взор моих
Двух глаз — и красный пых
Костров и зорь моих.
Где ладан-воск — тот-мех?
Не оберусь прорех!
Хошь и нищее всех —
Зато первее всех!
За верблюдо́м верблюд
Гляди: на холм-твой-крут,
Гляди: цари идут,
Гляди: лари несут.
О — поз — дали!
«I've never been to the Bosphorus, / You don't ask me about it. / In your eyes I saw the sea, / Flaming with blue fire. I didn't go to Baghdad with the caravan, / I didn't take silk and henna. / Bend with your beautiful body, / Let me rest on my knees. Or is it again so, that no matter ...»
«The evening light of the saffron land, / Quietly are the roses running along the fields. / Sing a song to me dear, / The one that Khayyam sang to you. / Quietly are the roses running along the fields. With the moonlight is Shiraz alighted, / The fly hive of stars is dancing. / I don't l...»
«The air is translucent and blue, / I'll go out in the flowery thickets, / The traveler leaving for the azure, / He won't reach the desert. / The air is translucent and blue. You'll go through the meadow, like the garden, / The garden in wild bloom, / Your glance can't help, / Bending ...»
«The dried flower, now bereft of scent, / I found forgotten in a book; / And straight away my heart / Was flooded with strange musings. / Where had it bloomed, / When? Which springtime gave it birth? / Did it bloom long? By whose hand / Was it gathered? Why placed just here? / Rememb...»