R.Gamzatov- Persia - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

by Rasul Gamzatov
in translation into russian by Ya.Kozlovsky

While being in Iran in spring
Three women there I've been meeting
And everywhere. One was in
A veil swaddled all up to her feet.
The praise to beauties were berhymed
By poets for thousands of years here.
I've asked: 'Hanum, whose face are secret to the others, who are you? '
The answer was: 'I'm Persia.'
The other woman had a veil,
From where you could see the pearls
Of teeth in lips red frame,
As Moon in zenith, covered all
With white clouds she floated.
I've asked then: 'Who are you, Hanum?
What is your name, darling? '
She answered: 'I'm Persia.'
The third one had the feet precise,
Such beauty in the samshit statue lies.
And when she swarthy, openly smiled
To me, I thought: 'Oh, how nice! '
She was such handsome, pretty-looking,
And breast were bold exposed rather.
I've asked her: 'From Paris may be you, ya? '
'I'm Persia.' Such was the answer.

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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2011/01/02/7693