Dagger

I love you, my damned dagger,
The comrade is bright and cold.
Pensive Georgian for revenge you forged,
On a formidable battle sharpened Circassian free.
Lilia hand brought you to me
As a sign of memory, at the moment of parting,
And for the first time there was no blood running along you,
But a bright tear is a pearl of suffering.
And black eyes, stopping at me,
Filled with a mysterious sadness,
As your steel is with trembling fire,
Then suddenly faded, then sparkled.
You are given to me in satellites, love is a pledge of dumb,
And a stranger in your example is not useless:
Yes, I will not change and will be firm in my soul,
Like you, like you, my friend is iron.

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.