Grey Horse, one with golden mane,
 bring me, the grey horse to the place
 where my beloved dwells.

 Go to the gates, knock by horseshoes.
 Maybe my black-eyed beloved
 will come.

 The beloved did not come
 but her mother appeared:
 "When you wish to be my son-in-law
 then go to the house..."

 Ukrainian folk song
 Translator and Photographer Sheikh Igor ibn Abi Sufyan-Marinovsky