(The camp is at the Euphrates).
Not captivates warlike glory,
About handsome young!
Do not throw in the bloody battle
From the Karabakh crowd!
I know, death will not be met:
Azrail, among swords,
Will notice your beauty -
And it will be Mercy!
But I'm afraid: among battles
You have lost forever
Shy timid movements,
The beauty of languor and shame!
