I Samira, the trade woman from the satrapy of forgotten empires In the band of false troubadours you cannot be actor primarium patriumĪristocrat among poetesses do not forget that the Arabs divined your fate with arrowsĭo not worry, Leila, I enjoyed reading your verses, You were chewed by the populist phenomenology You bite the poem under the tongue and words which made reminiscences into dust The cruelest mouth that never be so cruel When you see the clown, indeed, you smile. Is there any cheat to blame for such a shameĮvildoer cries aloud, therefore the “Why” for his heavy laugh The vow trembles gladly in the heart of the thief. You are the core of Moch’s rubbled grief! Towards betrayals, those wicked offenders The Blind comfortlessness of the broken king – his nutshell had veiled his The truthful mind is immortal light for those who dare to find My tongue licks tools and means so disgracedĪs falsity of guns and fires. When the shell is breaking, the shell must be broken My perturbation of the unexpected wounded inboundsĮmbracing my own spit again, my forceful and glowing antipathy. I, once dead craved my forgotten secret tunesĪt mating time of the Holy Cow, I promise you – God forbid all swift captains to live too longīut on the fancied Moch’ Last Day, one stood in order,Īnd he sang a song of noble, elevated, golden spirits!Ī summary for bad luck man, for the misfortune In unborn ways of shifting lips, bold to kiss my habitations? Look!The starry skies and snowstorms you gave me. Stinkers and rats crawl nearby, but stinkers eat the dogs among the living. Never here I’ll never be, no, never – be in co -existence So I forgot who I was, why I was here in non- subsistence Nature has so many talents, an old dark breaker
Or mad drums of boats – shaped percussion.īlack nobody in rift crystal, bring no – way not all is there The stink of ink in poor stomach and glossary I am well aware that I have taken a certain amount of poetic risk, but I truly hope you will like it.
As you know, poetry is a very delicate matter.
Dear fellow readers, even though English is not my mother tongue, I’ve written some poems directly in English.
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