No now. I'm like everybody!
Much pain. Such
bitter seed.
Who cares for cue?
Am I loved you?
Not no. You are.
Star.
No skies
never ever well.
Laughter sounds still.
Ноне я, как все.
Много муки!
Горький сев.
Кому кий
Люб и приятен?
Любим ли я? — ты?
Да.
— Звезда.
Нет
Неб
И не будет.
Смех молчание будит.
«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...»