Afzaladdin Khagani. (№ 345954)

Look carefully, that's a lesson to you.
Became the dust of the city of Medan {*}, Oh, miserable rock!
Come on, heart, in a way. We Degla{*} the way to go.
But deeper than the river, flammable tears flow.
And Degla cried, as the hundred streams of blood,
Whose deep run sad and wide.
And the mouth Degli drink with insatiable thirst -
Bubbling in the heat and delirium of her deep.
See, it's lit up with horror and grief.
Have you heard when, to the water, the flames burned?
Pay the same as she secat{*} tears pays
Here, near the sea lips - salt your tax.
Oh, if the river still could tell us
How to beat the chills it all from head to toe!
She is in chains and the winds long chain,
It drove the fire and the horror dragged.
So go to the ruins and you'll hear
Cry from the deep, slurred voice.
Look how slowly crumbling teeth:
Everything is temporary. All - decay. Around the appointed time.
Trample us, people. We, like you, istinye.
We, like you, the carpet for all walking feet.
As head aches from the howling owls at midnight,
At least your tears we refreshed gulp!
Here the truth is lived. It has not spared.
Will pay the one who with us was cruel?
Eh changeable fate, or her breaks
The one who charred the our sublime Palace.
Don't laugh at my weeping - remember, the traveler:
Who did not shed tears, that is low and lame.
Once Medan was not poorer Kufa{*} -
Cry, the traveler, and understand how deep my shame.
Because these stone walls have so many hands touched
The prints lay on every corner.
The gatekeeper here was the ruler of Babylon,
Oh, and Turkestan, - blows war horn...
Balconies collapsed, was tolikely beams.
Here was once the floor, here is a round ceiling.
Don't be surprised! Where the warblers rattled,
One owl screams deplorable his rebuke.
Get down! Touch the face of the earth barren.
We were given a Mat elephants on the worst of boards.