XIV
The family Goodall weeping and moaning,
The crowd in the court of the people:
Whose horse rushed broken-winded
And he fell on the rocks at the gate?
Who is this rider breathless?
Keep the following alarm of war
Swarthy brow wrinkles.
In the blood, weapons and dress;
In the last frantic shake
The hand on the mane stopped.
Briefly the Young groom,
Bride, your eyes expecting:
He kept his princely word,
The marriage he rode ...
Alas! But never really again
Syadet not hurt the horse!..
XV
On carefree family,
like thunder, She flew God's punishment!
He fell on his bed,
Crying poor Tamara;
A tear rolls for tear,
Chest high and it is difficult to breathe;
And she seemed to hear
Magic voice over a:
"Do not Cry, child! Do not cry in vain!
Your tear on the body of the voiceless
Live with dew falls:
It only gaze clouding clear,
Virgin cheeks burn!
it is far, he would not know,
Not appreciate your longing;
The light of heaven is now caressing
Disembodied gaze of his eyes;
He hears heavenly melodies ...
What life petty dreams,
And moan, and tears poor virgin
For the guests of paradise?
No, the lot of mortal creations,
Believe me, my earth angel,
Not worth a single moment
Thy sorrow road!
