I will say nothing to you,
I will not disturb you,
I won't dare to hint for the world
What I keep silently saying.
The nightly flowers sleep the whole day long,
But only the sun sets behind the hill,
Their petals are slowly opening
And I hear how my heart blossoms forth.
And the night freshness
Wafts into my sick tired breast... I tremble,
I will not disturb you,
I will say nothing to you.
Я тебе ничего не скажу,
И тебя не встревожу ничуть,
И о том, что я молча твержу,
Не решусь ни за что намекнуть.
Целый день спят ночные цветы,
Но лишь солнце за рощу зайдёт,
Раскрываются тихо листы
И я слышу, как сердце цветёт.
И в больную, усталую грудь
Веет влагой ночной… я дрожу,
Я тебя не встревожу ничуть,
Я тебе ничего не скажу.
«The lies of fame and love’s resolve / Have vanished now without a trace, / Our youthful passions have dissolved / As though a dream or morning haze. / Yet, still, we’re burning with desire, / And with impatience in our souls, / Beneath the yoke of strength and fire, / We hark our c...»
«Lily, Lily! I am sighing / With despair and hopeless woe. / I am tortured, I am dying, / And my soul has lost its glow, / But my love evoked no pity: / You consider me pathetic. / Keep on laughing: you are pretty / Even when unsympathetic. »
«Why feed the early signs of boredom / With sinister and dismal thought, / And wait for separation, burdened / With sorrow, lonesome and distraught? / The day of grief is close at hand! / You’ll stand, alone, out in the sun, / And try to bring back once again / These days, but they wi...»
«I’ve lived to see desire vanish, / With hope I’ve slowly come to part, / And I am left with only anguish, / The fruit of emptiness at heart. / Under the storms of merciless fate, / My worn and withered garland lies — / In sadness, lonesome, I await: / How far away is my demise? /...»