«My darling's hands — a pair of swans — / Are diving in the gold of my hair. / Everybody, the people of this world / Sing the song of love, endlessly. So did I, sometime, long ago / And now I'm singing the same, again, / That is why my words are steeped in tenderness / Are breathing ...»
«"Why is the moon shining so dimly / on the gardens and walls of Horossan? / As if I'm walking the Russian plain / Under the rustling mantle of the fog", — I asked that dear Lala, / Of the silent cypress at night, / But my host didn't whisper a word, / But rather raised their proud hea...»
«Silly heart, don't beat! / We are all deceived by happiness, / Only the beggar asks for sympathy... / Sily heart, don't beat. The yellow charms of the half moon / Are pouring by the chesnuts in the glade. / Bending to Lala on shalvari, / I'll hide under the veil. / Silly heart, don't ...»
«Blue and merry land. / My honor is sold for a song. / Wind from the sea, blow quieter — / Do you hear, the nightingale is calling the rose? Do you hear the roses bending — / The song will return to the heart. / Wind from the sea, blow quieter — / Do you hear, the nightingale is ca...»