All, all that once was mine is mine for ever.
Time cannot fetter dreams. The spirit is free.
And, in its blissful visions, cannot sever
Young dreams from old; they all are one to me.
A ray of momentary hope flits wreathing
Beyond the dull fixed shores of everyday;
The spirit in the body’s forge is seething.
Yet on her wandering wings still flies away.
No word of joy or freedom sounds to save me
Yonder, where iron fate is lord of all.
Come hither! How shall Nature here enslave me
When she herself is nothing but my thrall?
Всё, всё мое, что есть и прежде было,
В мечтах и снах нет времени оков;
Блаженных грез душа не поделила:
Нет старческих и юношеских снов.
За рубежом вседневного удела
Хотя на миг отрадно и светло;
Пока душа кипит в горниле тела,
Она летит, куда несет крыло.
Не говори о счастье, о свободе
Там, где царит железная судьба.
Сюда! сюда! не рабство здесь природе —
Она сама здесь верная раба.
«When my life is arduous, / If sadness freezes blood, / I say one prayer marvelous, / I learned it all by heart. There's vigor unbelievable / In living words' accords, / And breathes unfamiliar / And holly charm in words. A heart becomes not troublesome, / And doubts go awry, / And ...»
«The people of Israel, cry, cry! / You lost your star, divine and blessed; / It will not ever light the sky — / And dark will catch the earthly place. / There is, at last, a single man, / Who'd lost the whole world at that; / Void of a thought, a sense, midst plains, / He sought her t...»
«On a bare hill's top, in the North, wild and cold, / A lone pine-tree somewhere stands; / She dozes, swaying, all covered by snow / With a mantel from feet to a head. She sees in her dreams: in a faraway desert, / In lands where the sun enters skies, / Alone and sad, on a rock's sunburn...»
«Not with the proud kind of beauty / She charms the animated youth, / And she doesn't drag behind her booty — / The crowd of her slaves, confused. Her waist isn't one of any goddess, / Her breast does not rise like sea waves, / And nobody calls her gorgeous, / While falling on his knee...»