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.
«O, there are words that cannot be repeated, / Whoever said them — overspent his due. / The only things that cannot be depleted / Are God’s forgiveness and the heaven’s blue.»
«The pillow’s just as hot when I turn it over. And now a second candle is guttering, and crows are cawing louder than ever. Not a wink… And it’s too late even to think of sleep. White, blindingly white – a blind on a white window. Good morning!»
«The pillow is already hot / On both its sides. / The second candle’s at / Its end and ravens’ cries / Are now resounding near. / I didn’t sleep this night, / Too late for sleep I fear, / Oh, how unbearably white / Is this curtain here. / Welcome!»
«I haven’t locked the door tonight, / The lamp unlit I’ll keep, / You’ve no conception of the fight / I’ve had avoiding sleep. And watching how the sunset fades / ’Midst pines’ incisions’ scores, / And drunk on voice’s glib tirades / That sounded just like yours. And kno...»