the moon shines, immovable sea Spiti,
Silent gardens luxurious Hassan.
But who is there in the darkness of the trees, sits
Sad on the marble fountain?
Arab-evnuh, harem guard gray,
And with him his friend the young.
“Mizrur, ailment anguish of soul
Not from me you sokroesh.
Your gloomy eyes, your grumbling gnevnыy,
Your fierce dreams
It has long told me everything.
I know - you hard life.
And that the reason of your sadness?
My son, listen to an old man”.
