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Denis Bezmelnitsin

Pāiz Shoru Shod
پاییز شروع شد

Bare cherry garden dipped
Into melancholy grey...
Fallen leaves, - they drift in memory,
And awake the yesterday...
Flame hath touched a verdure green, -
Flame of setting sun...
Thus the fire did distil
Beauty; golden 'tis become.

Cherry garden, all the summer long
Here I strolled... And rain of rays
For me you sifted... drink of dawn.
With a sun I did raise,
With a sun I did set, and that
Round again, and again...
To learn what happiness be, first learn the regret...
Tide of sorrow, tide of joy, sings the flute,
I am mirror of the winds,
Enchanted pond who lost his moon...

Dripping melancholy wash the day
Away... Apples scattered on the ground -
They... are fruits of spirit, of travail...
Autumn came; The leaves around -
Fragments of the broken heart...
O this Summer, thou
Stole my Love; Moon lost her part...
I know, in Spring, these pieces crushed
Shall turn in flowers of golden buds...
And now, wind, diffuse this ash...

Fly, lark, to her and say,
That in the grove of songs, alone
Her crane doth grieve beside the briny lake
Of tears, and call
Her name, repeating, "Wave, sweet Emerald Wave!"

October 2017

پاییز شروع شد - Autumn Began (Farsi)