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
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