Landing shine. thundering chorus
Singers at the sound of flutes and lyres.
The queen of voice and eyes
Its lush enlivened the feast;
Heart raced to her throne,
But suddenly, over a cup of gold
She paused and dale
Drooping hlavoy strange ...
And a magnificent feast like napping:
silent guests. The chorus is silent.
But again she brow lifts
And with a clear view says:
- In my blissful love for you.
Bliss can you buy ...
Well heed me: can equality
Between us, I restore.
Someone passionate start bargaining?
My love I sell;
Tell: Who among you will buy
At the cost of my life night? —
Advertisements - and the horror of all embraces,
And passion tremble hearts.
She hears the confused murmur
With cold face boldness,
And look contemptuous encircles
Around his fans ...
Suddenly, from the crowd one goes,
Followed suit him and the other two.
Smela their footsteps; Bone ochi;
To meet them, she gets up;
happened: bought three nights,
And the bed of their death calls.
—
blessed by priests,
Now, from an urn rock
Previous immobile guests
Leave lots Death.
And the first - Flavius, brave warrior,
The squads Roman grayer;
He could not carry his wife
arrogant contempt;
He accepted the challenge delights,
As he accepted in the days of war
He is an ardent call of battle.
For nim Kriton, Mlada sage,
Born in gardens of Epicurus,
Kriton, fan and singer
Kharit, Kipridy and Cupid.
Dear heart and disgusted,
As the color barely developed vernal,
Last name centuries
not passed. his cheeks
Pooh first gently otenyal;
Delight in the sight of his shone;
Passion inexperienced force
Boiled in the heart of a young ...
And sad eyes stopped
The queen proud on it.
—
- I swear, mother of pleasures,
You unheard serve,
On a bed of passionate temptations
Simple mercenary germinating.
Obey, powerful Cyprida,
And you, underground kings,
Gods formidable Aida,
I swear - before the dawn
My lords desires
I voluptuously tired
And all the secrets of kisses
And the wondrous bliss quench.
But the morning porphyry
Aurora eternal flash,
I swear - by the death ax
Chapter lucky disappear.
—
And now shut up the day.
Dates month Goldenhorn.
Alexandrian palaces
Covered sweet shadow.
fountains beat, burning lamps,
Smoked light incense,
And voluptuous coolness
Earthly gods are preparing.
The luxurious gloomy alone,
Amid the seductive wonderland,
Under the canopy of purple curtains,
Shines golden bed.
