Medzhud in a dream I saw the face of Leila

< Felix Komarov



Medzhud in a dream I saw the face of Leila
And I lost any sleep.
Desert wind blew away his ashes,
I will take away the dream ... Just an echo of pain groan.

Every day he looked for her in the passers-by,
He was like a madman on the sands of wandering,
Her breath felt he
skin And, straining each of the cores,
He dragged her to break the aorta ...
But it is not found, is not met, I never knew.
Only a wolf of the desert mournful chords
Provo, cried, said nothing.

So we are ignorant beginning
or our pain, no dream.
And why are we world enough
And pulls the heart to height?

In some of the dreams of love sick?
Where swallowed the sweet poison?
And why was the bright white
And a hundred times unbearable?

Now search for the unknown Leila.
Do not locate or find, lose.
And being mad, fierce and bold
And cautious as a thief in Baghdad.

All in order to kneel,
It is seen in the mirror of the brook ...
But turning around, seeing only shadows

And echoing the cry: "Not I, not I, I do not ..."