Zarema As Do Give The Name To Me Poem by Yuri Starostin

AS DO GIVE THE NAME TO ME

There are a feasting guests at the table.
The old man stood up.
A temples are white more
An ivory gazyres,
A glorious mountain gazyres.

Lifted the conch with an amber wine,
As usual a guest do,
And stuck a good bread in a wine
By the grateful movement.

And since a hoar time,
If dunk a bread in wine
It means, the word is similar an oath
And it is solemnly.

He said:
«A people at some time,
In defiance to all of the depths,
A thirst of a will and not a gold
Lead on the ridges of the mountains!

A warm wind of a cradle
Rocked a small highlanders,
And, smashing about the edges of the rocks,
The rivers were sung a songs them.

And once out of the fog
As to the fortress of a giant,
Believing in his mascot,
Shah of Iran move a warroirs unit
On a silicious Dagestan.


A naked blades
Meet a shah askers
On the steep gray rocks,
At the angry river.

A smoke, soon a shreds of a black wool,
Legg the red horizon.
Fasten an aliens faltered:
Who is killed and who is captivated.

The news about the victory more higher
Raced by a rider in the mountains.
Nadir-Shah have not a weapons
Tent out sullenly.

He was in a turban,
and a ring — the shah stamp
on a finger.
«Who, I want would to know -
Is headed you, anyadalts? »

Here a berg woman over her
Lift up her baby.
«This is
Which lead my people,
Lead them from a fight to a fight!


Forever remember, enemy,
A baby with a dummy among us
Because this is a mountain,
Fighting flag of a freedom! »

...So a respectable man,
Standing up
Over a hushed table,
Told, as a chronicler,
To a people the story about the past.

A river rushing from its source,
Sometimes a speech is close to a river.
Suddenly the old man lift up me
High on one arm.

«I was elected a master of a ceremonies, -
He said, as a gray harrier. -
According to the old testament,
Ask to pour all guests.
We will going for this little
Commader girl to drink.

Before, -
he added, -
We will dry a horns together,
Need the name to a commander girl
To give, as the law requires.

I remember the old custom
To take the names of the stars.
Boys, open the shutters!
Where is there a stellar treasury? »

And the stars of a heaven appear,
Brighted under the ceiling
And lit up on a bread chunk,
On a plates with a shashlik.

Do surrounded a chandelier in a moment,
A noteless chandelier became.
The old man called Zahra-
An asterisk of a dawning temp.

And whispered in the ear to me:
«See as Zahra is beautiful,
All are in an accordance in her, magical,
With a wake in the sky.

Near an other asterisk
Shine brightly at the window,
Let watch, honey,
As she is shy.»

And he added after that:
«She was named Zarema
In a host of a stars of a night temp-
An younger sister of Zahra.
Will be Zarema and you,
A glorious namesake of a stars.

And burn, burn highly -
Your beauty is sweet to all...»
A star swarm, waiting a temp,
Returned to heaven.

And gleaming in the universe,
It remembered the toastmaster.
And a reverend old man said:
«I drink for the girl- star! »