Ophelia was singing as she perished,
And she sang while plaiting a wreath;
With flowers, the wreaths, and verses
She sunk down to the riverbed.
So much in sad songs that is tempting,
Insinuates my soul toward dark depths.
So many are the feelings and songs,
The lacrimae and desires to me given.
Офелия гибла и пела,
И пела, сплетая венки;
С цветами, венками и песнью
На дно опустилась реки.
И многое с песнями канет
Мне в душу на темное дно,
И много мне чувства, и песен,
И слез, и мечтаний дано.
«My trees, it's for your stunning eyes, / Because of your amazing presence / That, for the very first of times, / I live on Earth and see your essence. / / I often think: perhaps, the Lord, / When looking for the color, found / And took it from inside my heart / And dipped His brush ...»
«In every thing I want to grasp / Its very core. / In work, in searching for the path, / In heart's uproar. / / To see the essence of my days, / In every minute / To see its cause, its root, its base, / Its sacred meaning. /...»
«In everything, I want to reach / For the very essence. / In work, in searching for the path, / In the heart's turmoil. For the essence of days gone by, / For their causes, / For foundations, for roots, / For the core. I want to live, to think, to feel, to love, / To make discoveries ...»
«All over the world from east to west / It stormed and snowed. / A candle glowed upon the desk, / A candle glowed. As midges rush towards a flame / On summer nights / White flakes attacked the window pane / From outside. They formed a rings-and-arrows dress, / Refined and cold. / A...»