• Язык:
    Осетинский (Ирон)
  • Мамукаев, Казбек Мои песни ( Мæйы сонатæ). – Владикавказ: Алания, 1998.

Антилаг тути дæн бæгуыæр æз…


Антилаг тути дæн бæгуыæр æз,
Фæлæ куы цæрын магы къæсы рохстæй.
Ам — глобустæ, гæххæтг, ретортæ, хостæ,
Зæронды хуыфæг, сахаты хъæлæс.

Кæлæн уысмы, куы райхъуысы хъæр — ахст,
Цæстыты 'рттывд мæ шпагæйау рæхойы,
Ныфс æмæ тас мæ базыртæ ысхойынц,
Уыг — æндæргтимæ стайын тохы раст.

Фæлæ, мыййаг, нæ сау къуымы сылваз лæг
Йæ зæрин фæлыст пæлæзы ысуазæг,
Йæ уарзоныл дæсны фæрсынмæ, — уæд

Мæ цæстыл уайы денджызы был нау — ныв,
æз мысын хур, фæнды мæ ферох кæд,
Кæй у æвæдза сусæгад æнаив.

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