Musa Jalil poems Голосов: 2 Адрес блога: http://jalil.mirgt.com Добавлен: 2012-10-19 16:50:09

Poem of Musa Jalil – “My Ailing Thoughts”

2013-08-15 23:10:03 (читать в оригинале)

MY AILING THOUGHTS   I'm afraid that fool death will defeat me soon, "The hunger, lice and cold will do me in, And I'll die as in winter an old  beggar dies, All  alone,  without  comfort  of friend  or  kin.   I had hoped a bullet would strike me down, In the thick of battle a hero I'd fall, [...]

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Verse of Musa Jalil – “To a Little Bird”

2013-07-18 20:13:14 (читать в оригинале)

TO A LITTLE BIRD   All 'round us sand. A chain of dreary barracks, Surrounded on all sides by barbed wire. We're just like beetles delving in our dunghills. This is our lodging. This is where we're mired.   An alien sun arises o'er the hilltops, I wonder why it always looks so grim? It doesn't warm, its beams do  not  caress  [...]

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Musa Jalil Poetry – “Death of a Girl”

2013-06-17 12:07:35 (читать в оригинале)

DEATH OF A GJRL   A hundred wounded in the field she saved, Through  hails  of bullets   bore   them  off and tended, Their parched and thirsty lips with water bathed, And bandaged up their wounds quite single-handed.   Through bursts of white-hot lead without a stop She'd crawl and crawl, of fear she showed no trifle, And when she picked a wounded soldier [...]

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“Your Reward” – Musa Jalil verse

2013-05-16 22:01:42 (читать в оригинале)

YOUR REWARD   We are advancing. All around a jumble Of mutilated weapons. Signs of debacle. An iron helmet, humiliated and askew, Lies by the roadside in the dew. It's gone rusty. Its owner has long mouldered Within the wayside mound that stands by mourn­ful. To make his cross they took two broken sticks, And then on top his helmet they'd affixed. There's none [...]

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“The Joy of Spring” – verse of Musa Jalil

2013-04-17 16:03:56 (читать в оригинале)

THE JOY OF SPRING   The smiling spring will all around be shedding Its green upon the far-flung meadowlands. New branches in the grove will be outspreading And singing nightingales in gardens sound.   Then  will  you  walk,  the  wood   and  pathway-taking, Your tresses in the spring breeze borne abroad, Your footsteps will the chilly dew be shaking, But your  love's  far  [...]