Eyebrows Rasul Gamzatov Poem by Yuri Starostin

Eyebrows
Your forehead spacious glade,
And just a little low, about it, -
Two lakes, as though two Sevans.
Two lakes is my languor.

On the coast of the finest lakes -
Each of them separately dreams me -
Two black foxes lies all life,
As though a furious live pattern.

More artfully their nobody are on the light.
Try deceive such foxes.
Here have a look: the hunter having noticed,
They have pretended to be the killed.

Me they by the game are not touched, -
Knowingly the lakes in themselves conceal a passion!
Having heard music, the foxes will shudder,
The pretenders cannot resist.

Oh as they soar up frankly,
By the crafty calling teasing!
And as they are bent haughty,
When you will become angry about me.

Oh as they hint at the caress,
Blowing up a flame at me in the breast!
And as at times warn,
Silently speaking: do not approach!

I heard many times that the fox art
Is known to the world since the oldest time.
But these foxes - I was convinced personally -
More artfully their live sisters.

Everyone envy them. And even a birds
Heavenly cause the envy shivers...
The two black fluffy foxes
Near the lakes are spacious recline.

The desires I carry on them instantly,
I watch them, for an instructions I wait.
Will order - and I will battle to the whole world!
Will order - breathless I will fall! .

Thanks you, foxes, from me
Because you protect lakes.
Because you do not doze, storing
For their pure un-muddies of a look.

Thanks you for that at an o'clock, when
To those lakes I came to get drunk,
You there and then pretended to be without an effort,
That to you perfectly at this time be slept.

Rasul Gamzatov. The Final price.
Moscow: the Contemporary,1979.