There, where the sea forever splashes
On desert rock,
Where the moon shines warmer
In the sweet hour of the evening haze,
Where, enjoying in their harems,
Days spends Muslims,
there sorceress, caressing,
I handed the talisman.
AND, caressing, spoke:
“Save my talisman:
In it the mysterious power!
He has given you love.
from an illness, from the grave,
The storm, in terrible hurricane,
thy head, my dear,
Do not save my talisman.
And the wealth of the East
He will not bestow,
And fans of the Prophet
He do not win;
And you in the bosom of a friend,
From sad alien countries,
In the native land to the north from the south
Not umchit my talisman ...
But when the eyes of the treacherous
Will enchant you suddenly,
Ile mouth in the darkness
Potsaluyut not loving -
Dear friend! of crime,
From the heart of new wounds,
from adultery, from oblivion
Retain my talisman!”
