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.
«I dreamed this dream and I still dream of it / and I will dream of it sometime again. / Everything repeats itself and everything will be reincarnated, / and my dreams will be your dreams. There, to one side of us, to one side of the world / wave after wave breaks on the shore: / there's a...»
«I know the truth — give up all other truths! / No need for people anywhere on earth to struggle. / Look — it is evening, look, it is nearly night: / what do you speak of, poets, lovers, generals? The wind is level now, the earth is wet with dew, / the storm of stars in the sky will turn...»
«I The graveyard, wasteland, then the shore, / Where the river shines cool and blue. / You told me: “Get thee to a nunnery or / Find a fool to marry you…” / That’s the sort of thing princes say, I know, / But I’ll never forget this one, – / Like an ermine mantle let your word...»
«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...»