Translated by A. Z. Foreman - The Dream lyrics

By noon heat in a dale in Dagestan, A bullet in my breast, my body lay; Deep was the wound and steaming even yet, My blood was dripping drop by drop away. I lay alone upon the valley sands. Clustered above my head, the cliffs were steep, Their tawny summits scorched under the sun That scorched me too. But I was dead asleep. And in my dream I saw a feast back home With torches set for evening revelry, And at that feast young women crowned with flowers Busied themselves with merry talk of me. But unconcerned by merry conversation, One woman sat there in confounded thought, One girl whose youthful spirit had been plunged Deep in a grievous dream by God knows what. Her dream was of a dale in Dagestan. In that dale lay a corpse she had once met, And in his breast a steaming wound went black And blood ran in a cooling rivulet.