You said that Sa'adi
Kissed only on the breasts.
Wait for God sake,
I'll learn one day!
You sang 'Behind the Yefrat
The roses are better than mortal girls'.
If I were rich,
I would make another tune.
I'd cut these roses,
For there is only one joy for me —
That there couldn't be in the whole world the one
Better than my dear Shagane.
And don't torture me with your legacy,
I have no legacies.
As I was born a poet,
I kiss like a poet.
Ты сказала, что Саади
Целовал лишь только в грудь.
Подожди ты, Бога ради,
Обучусь когда-нибудь!
Ты пропела: «За Ефратом
Розы лучше смертных дев».
Если был бы я богатым,
То другой сложил напев.
Я б порезал розы эти,
Ведь одна отрада мне —
Чтобы не было на свете
Лучше милой Шаганэ.
И не мучь меня заветом,
У меня заветов нет.
Коль родился я поэтом,
То целуюсь, как поэт.
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«And I need no girl. / By the cold of will, / By the trace of blue / I will alone go. Widowed and an orphan / You were till I conquered. / By the willing trace / Of rushing spring water. I'll wash away feats / From the glory, from pus. / In your glory I'll / Give drink to the hors...»
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