Arafed man in a desert area with a cape and a sword

Anchar In the desert, stunted and stingy, On the ground, hot in the heat, Anchar, like a formidable sentry, Standing - alone in the whole universe. Nature of thirsty steppes She gave birth to him on the day of wrath And green dead branches And she gave the roots poison. Poison drips through its bark, By noon, melting from the heat, And it freezes in the evening Thick transparent resin. Not even a bird flies to him And the tiger is gone - just a black whirlwind He will run to the tree of death And rushes away, already pernicious. And if the cloud waters, Wandering, its dense leaf, From its branches, already poisonous, Rain flows into flammable sand. But man is man He sent to the anchar with an imperious look: And he obediently went on his way And in the morning he returned with poison. He brought mortal resin Yes, a branch with withered leaves, And sweat on the pale brow Flowed in cold streams; He brought it - and weakened and lay down Under the arch of the hut on the bast, And the poor slave died at his feet The invincible ruler. And the prince fed that poison Your obedient arrows And with them he sent death To neighbors in foreign lands. 1828
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Anchar
In the desert
,
stunted and stingy
,
On the ground
,
hot in the heat
,
Anchar
,
like a formidable sentry
,
Standing - alone in the whole universe
.
Nature of thirsty steppes
She gave birth to him on the day of wrath
And green dead branches
And she gave the roots poison
.
Poison drips through its bark
,
By noon
,
melting from the heat
,
And it freezes in the evening
Thick transparent resin
.
Not even a bird flies to him
And the tiger is gone - just a black whirlwind
He will run to the tree of death
And rushes away
,
already pernicious
.
And if the cloud waters
,
Wandering
,
its dense leaf
,
From its branches
,
already poisonous
,
Rain flows into flammable sand
.
But man is man
He sent to the anchar with an imperious look:
And he obediently went on his way
And in the morning he returned with poison
.
He brought mortal resin
Yes
,
a branch with withered leaves
,
And sweat on the pale brow
Flowed in cold streams
;
He brought it - and weakened and lay down
Under the arch of the hut on the bast
,
And the poor slave died at his feet
The invincible ruler
.
And the prince fed that poison
Your obedient arrows
And with them he sent death
To neighbors in foreign lands
.
1828
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