Hur Was Walking Past A 'slave Garden'
Hur was walking past a 'Slave Garden',
When he saw Huriah - the most beautiful woman -
Ever seen by a Kashmiri - ever in his entire life,
She was walking around, watering the plants of freedom,
In her garden -with blood in her pitcher -
of the slain sons of her soil,
Her furious beauty infatuated Hur -
Immediately he fell in love with her -
And offered his young blood -...
...seething with passion for freedom -
Translation. Abraham Moses Klein. Portrait Of The Poet As Landscape
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Для редактора,
озабоченного передовицей,
он никто, какой-то Джон Мильтон,
затерявшийся на литературной обочине.
Актриса глицериновую слезу
из-за него не проливала ни разу.