Shamil Love By Rasul Gamzatov Poem by Yuri Starostin

The dashing servant of the prophet,
Rushed in, chase the horse out,
In Dargo from under the Mozdok
Naib Ahbergilav.

Worthy of all differences,
He knew a price of him
And he appeared
With a quivering prey before Shamil.

«I bring to you the Armenian girl,
And a true do not reproach me».
Looked at the captivity girl
And Shamil was purified.

Watched, by the chalma weaved,
He is, in the midst of a heaven,
On her face opened
And on the cut on the chest.

By the blood burn up,
Not remembering a wives and a wounds:
«What is a name of this bird
Of a paradise? » - the imam is asked.

(«Oh, God, how she is wanted!
Same I do not seen! »)
«She is called Anna», -
Ahberdilav said.

The Chechnya and Dagestan
Imam interrupted him:
«Now I give the name
Of a mountain coinage to her!

The beloved wife
She will - or are you not joyful? -
Will be for me under the moonlight,
Not Anna - Shuaynat.

The faith I am not defamed
Before other faith».
And the beard he ate,
Painted by the henna.

And he remembered in the prayers
Of God he cried
Only about one
So in a battles
The success he has gifted.

«Oh, God, I am, as a soldier,
Washed the blade in the blood,
And rather I am not worthy
I am to the heart love? »

And the breast of Ahberdilav
The alarming reality has ashed:
The captived him pava is
Captured Shamil took.

And said, right to the steeps,
Dashing Ahberdilav:
«For the captive we get
The good ransom.

Her natives is rich.
We fill a treasury».
«I am and for the golden mountains
Do not return the beloved! »

Near the river hum
Naib ashed a bridges:
«She's the daughter of gyaur,
And the devout -you are.

The mosques breast pet
The bad rumor in the mountains».
«All people are equal in the love,
And be merciful Allah.

«We offend un-honorly
And our enemies:
After all, the captive - the bride,
She has the groom».

«You are forgotten the simple custom
Of the one truth:
A woo right
The one beats who took a wife».

«Wear the veil the beaut-ine
Do not becomes.
Have a look,
No near the chin
A fasteners on the chest».

Naib my confidant,
You can not know
That a sabre -
Is nude
Happens happen.»

«Don't argue, my thief, -
Anna said suddenly, -
Let the mountain-ers leader
Announce to all around,

That won't shed
A tears on the ashes of a losses.
Let the world forget Anna,
Remember Shuaynat.

I revered, imam, ready
Your severe law.
Come down, just say the word,
As a saber, deep into the scabbard.

I shall be avarian,
To the fate of your be falling...»
And soon in the hot battle
Died Ahberdilav.

And My Dagestan
Knelt the top,
Neither you are,
Once near Medina
Shamil left the world?

And in the midst of the desert,
Wherein the sunset is crimson,
He was teared in the sorrow
By the faithful Shuaynat...

To the foot of the mountains my train
Flying across the Mozdok,
And, to the table attached,
I wrote this story,
From a fiction far.