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

Musa Jalil poem “Before Attack”

2013-03-15 14:16:19 (читать в оригинале)

BEFORE ATTACK   Here's a toast, friend! To success! To the courage of our youth alive! May we live! So brave we are- Enough to live a hundred lives!   Fill your cup with champagne: The girls sent us splendid wine. Maybe I'm charmed with this gift But to me it tastes fine!   Let it bubble with hissing foam, Fill our sinews with [...]

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Verse “To a Friend” – Musa Jalil

2013-02-18 19:43:44 (читать в оригинале)

TO A FRIEND   With your group you went.  I  noted  sadly How it dreary grew without you here. Do you think you'll miss your friend so badly When it comes my time to disappear?   We have so much undergone together, To   each  other   bound   in  front-line  strife! Would that we might nevermore be severed, Would  we  might  together go  [...]

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Musa Jalil – Lyrical Excerpts

2013-01-16 20:05:20 (читать в оригинале)

LYRICAL EXCERPTS  1   The shower has sped away. The sky is brightening. The cloud has sunk behind the mountain range. Yet Nature's still excited over the rainstorm And telling stories that are wondrous strange.   The sparkling silver droplets chase each other To slip from off the branches and the leaves, And soaring high into the sky delighted The hawk [...]

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Jalil poetry – “The Willow”

2012-12-15 17:38:33 (читать в оригинале)

THE WILLOW   Near our home there's  a willow growing, She's so happy the Spring is here. When I come in, or when I'm going, She bows her greeting to me.   When I'm back home from my work I settle In the bluishness of her shade. Every evening I love to rest here 'Midst the flowers' sweet cascade.   By her willowy arms [...]

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“A Dedication” – the poetry of Musa Jalil

2012-11-18 00:56:46 (читать в оригинале)

A DEDICATION U8DKNKZHESE2 Oh brilliant Sun! Is there anyone From whom you have withheld your bounteous ardour? Who hasn't lain uncovered in your rays In hope of rivalling sunny gold in colour? Whose heart so uninspired it hasn't thrilled With warmth  to  your  unparalleled  perfection? Is there a madcap head the shining Orb Has failed to pat with fatherly affection?   Oh [...]