Двери Тамерлана [Dveri Tamerlana] [English translation]

Across the azure steppes

Walks a young moon,

With a white mane to his hooves,

With a golden bridle.

Monisto-like the

mongol stirrups ring--

Born in wind

and spiced in showers.

From over a pitcher's edge

Flows milk in the sky;

Sleep, my darling, go to sleep,

Tomorrow you ride far.

The dawn searched--

You left unharmed

Was I not kissed

By you once?

How by the doors of Tamerlane

Grew grass;

Am I not your arrow

Am I not your bowstring?

You--with a heart of fire

You--with the song of the banners

Will forget me,

Captivated by the steppes.

Your tent, the moon--

On a misty road,

a heavenly horde,

a heavy quiver,

A strange arrow--

The moon cracked in half

Wormwood, yes, ash

For you Tamerlane

You--troubling the feathered grass

On other shores

And you--cooling in gold

Within a high mound

And me--stitching

olive hemp

With tears falling

With a monisto-like ring;

and bangles of fire

Forever true--

Not your sister

Not your wife