Ave Maria — the lamp is quiet,
Four lines in my heart are ready all right:
Blessed Holy Virgin, mother of grief,
Your grace penetrated my soul, I perceive.
Not in a blaze, — in a quiet dream
Appear before her, Heaveny Queen,
Ave Maria — the lamp is quiet,
I said all these lines in a whisper all right
Ave Maria — лампада тиха,
В сердце готовы четыре стиха:
Чистая дева, скорбящего мать,
Душу проникла твоя благодать.
Неба царица, не в блеске лучей —
В тихом предстань сновидении ей!
Ave Maria — лампада тиха,
Я прошептал все четыре стиха.
«Leaves are falling, leaves are falling. / The wind is moaning / A long dull moan. / Who’ll bring joy, my heart enthralling? / Who, friend, shall my heart console? Heavy-lidded my eyes are, slowly / I fix my gaze upon the moon / And once more the cocks are crowing / In air to autumn ...»
«To my sister Shura I’ve never seen women so pretty, / But, I must say, at heart I secrete / Not a bad but a good-natured envy / That my own young days you repeat. My cornflower manifest — you are, / And you I shall love evermore. / How is our old cow there now doing, / Munching its...»
«To my sister Shura Come now, sing me the song our mother / Used to sing us long, long ago. / Not regretting hopes now smothered, / I’ll sing the descant that I know. It’s just because the tune’s familiar / That my heart and soul so rejoice, / Hearing as if from the home of our fami...»
«O you snowsleighs! Galloping horses! / By a devil were you devised. / As over the steppe you go coursing. / The sleigh bell laughs till it cries. No barking of dogs, no moon showing, / For miles around waste lands unfold. / My wild crazy life, keep on going, / I’m not irretrievably ol...»