Raisi Poem by Liza Sud

How a girl is fresh at dawns!
that's where from comes 'the cold-icy'.
And in the amaranthine tones
You are drops, water, and freshness of Raisi.

So this is how they call that girl.
She is the daughter of sonorous Karmen.
In swelling of the minutes of the morn
a gift for her - the world abandoned.

Create for me the view of Raisi,
You are painting her all the Vigil.
And cobweb of the notes in silence
I hear in Riga how you're breathing!

You will become Raisi for me
In the rings of rosy sapphires.
And maybe Raisi - it is me -
Above ephemera of idols.