(Author’s English translation)
Upon the waiting palm of Azor fell
A rose's petal, tender, crimson-bright.
For one day's peace, for eyes that broke the spell,
Unfurled the flower born of fairy-light.
We know since childhood — scarlet, small, and rare —
The bloom the Beast within his garden grew.
A merchant loved his life, but in despair
His pledge was: "To palace lead your youngest, do!"
Before the Monster, with a grateful mind,
Zemira found the sorcery's dark design.
So, friend, today be vigilant, and find
In Azor — traces of a soul that's human, thine?
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The Rose of Azor. Роза Азора
© Copyright: Владимир Мыслявцев, 2026
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