Midnight phantoms hover
Glittering bright with sparks in the darkness.
But my eyes cannot make out
How many of them, on their ominous wings.
Midnight phantoms groan
Like a sick man in exhausted sleep,
They rise to the surface, and groan and sink again –—
But what are they groaning about?
Midnight phantoms howl,
Like a dog frightened by ghosts;
Now surging in, now parting over the abyss,
As a wave uncovers a cliff.
Полуночные образы реют,
Блещут искрами ярко впотьмах,
Но глаза различить не умеют,
Много ль их на тревожных крылах.
Полуночные образы стонут,
Как больной в утомительном сне,
И всплывают, и стонут, и тонут —
Но о чем это стонут оне?
Полуночные образы воют,
Как духов испугавшийся пес;
То нахлынут, то бездну откроют,
Как волна обнажает утес.
«It’s dark, despite the moon above. / For many, life may turn out better, — / Inside my soul, the spring of love / Will not replace the stormy weather. / The night’s spread out in the street, / And to my spirit’s muted stare, / That’s soaked in poison, hot and sweet, / It answ...»
«Let the nightingale resound, / Let us feel the first light’s gaze, / Let me wrap my arm, stretched out, / In the gloom, around your waist. The canoe will drift by, lazy, / Past the swaying reeds, eclipsed, / You will fall to me, embracing, / Burning passion - on your lips. Sing for m...»
«I’m rushing in the darkness, in the glacial desert, / A moon is shining somewhere? Somewhere, there’s a sun? / Just the summer lightning flashed out in the distance, / Flashed — and quickly faded, died down in the dark, / Just the heart discerns now the faint and distant echo / Of th...»
«We were together at the time... / The fiddle sang, the night felt giddy... / I knew, back then, that you were — mine, / As hours passed, you grew more pretty... Through quiet brooks and furtive mist / Of female smiles, from the start, / The lips were yearning for a kiss, / The fiddle...»