Hold me tighter and closer,
I did not live - wandering among strangers…
ABOUT, my dream! I see a new
In your kisses delirium!
The vexation of your ecstatic
Tosca unprecedented spring
I lit a ray remote
And stretches zurna song.
On the smoky purple mountains
I brought into the beam and the sound
Tired eyes and lips
And the whip of broken hand.
And in the mountain sunset fire,
The spills bluish wings,
With you, with the dream of Tamara,
I, Mountain, forever without power…
And the dream - in the distant village,
In the immortal mountain slope,
Sad to us in the sky splashed
Unnecessary folds of the veil…
There creeps in dancing and crying,
Dust winds and groans zurna…
Let the bridegroom rides - not doskachet!
Chechen bullet true.
19 April 1910
