Hot Heart Burning Sigh By Rasul Gamzatov Poem by Yuri Starostin

The moon rises up on the arba in the mountains,
And covered her face by the mist.

Choking by the anger, the venerable old man
Calling a faithful son-in-law and son to himself.

- About your wife, brother-in-law, for your sister, son,
The evil rumor creeps on the neighbouring yards.
And now the shame touched my hoar,
You got to know this is guilty of Maryam.

The way out daughter confessed to me herself,
Not hiding in a sinful shame of the fact,
That she's crazy from the songs of Mahmoud,
And is not only from the sweet songs of his.

Over any one in this house only I am the master,
Let two sharp dagger leave the sheath.
You of your wife, son, you of your sister, son,
Should to decide by my will, are not flinching.

Replied the son:
- Be calm, father,
I blow the fatal impact by the dagger.
And the shame immediately come to the end,
Just the mute body goes in Koisu.

- Do you stay calm, father-in-low, - replied the son-in-law, -
The high rock is above the agape abyss
If to fly down, then a bones do not collect,
And Maryam is not a bird, to soar the wings.

Each stone was black, like an agate,
The husband lead her wife, the brother lead his sister
On the gorge further into the midnight mist

To the lonely high cruel rock.

Maryam sent a sorrowful sight
In that of the white sides, wherein the moon go on.
And her husband asked, and her brother asked,
Do she want perhaps to say something.

- Before your death you are standing on the last edge,
What is yours last wish?
- You let me sing the song of Mahmoud,
More the life I love whom.

And let me read another lines of the letter,
My beloved sent its from the afar Carpathians,
Cause the passion to him a long time ago I am without a mind
You forgive me, husband, you forgive me, brother.

The husband said:
- You may sing, losted honor,
Let return your mild back in the coffin!
The brother added:
- Him letter you may read.
Let bury of Mahmoud on the slope of the Carpathian!

Becoming over the abyss, she withdrew the chahto before them,
The hairs fall on the shoulders by the soft wave.
Sorry you are afar, Mahmoud, no one is to appreciate,
That her hair is darker a black night.

The gates of the stuffy dress she lunged
So to spurt the buttons by a drops of the tears.
The naked breast, brighter than the moon
Near suddenly struck the trembling rock.

And Mary sang.
On the vertices, as a fallow deer,
Her voice was flying, thawed a clouds.
The waves like a horses, the river besiege
Gargling the abyss echoing larynx.

And from opened four sides in the sky
The mountains meet as on the chief jaamat.
And the hot heart burning sigh
Flew from Dagestan earth to the Carpathians.

And as she started to read the lines of the letter,
That is strung brighter a coral beads,
To fade begin the karak darkness,
And the dawn become as the cuted watermelon.

From the unrestrained passion, love and longing
Maryam is not ashamed the white huges.
The husband dagger fell from the weaken hands,
And the dagger the enchanted brother has droping.

Oh, the hot heart burning sigh,
You're still flying among the stone cliffs,
And let any eras would come in the world,
A cold dagger is powerless before you.