I have come to please you, dear,
To impart the sun be ardent,
Tell you that its glares quiver
On the leaves of the green garden;
Come to tell you: in the forest
Branches talk with animation,
Every early bird is earnest, —
Woods are full of a spring passion.
I have come with the same yearning
As before to be your servant,
Happy is my soul this morning
And it makes a precious moment;
Gratified from all around
Feeling rapture my heart brightens;
What my song will be about
Is not clear, — still it ripens.
Я пришёл к тебе с приветом,
Рассказать, что солнце встало,
Что оно горячим светом
По листам затрепетало;
Рассказать, что лес проснулся,
Весь проснулся, веткой каждой,
Каждой птицей встрепенулся
И весенней полон жаждой;
Рассказать, что с той же страстью,
Как вчера, пришёл я снова,
Что душа всё так же счастью
И тебе служить готова;
Рассказать, что отовсюду
На меня весельем веет,
Что не знаю сам, что́ буду
Петь — но только песня зреет.
«Upon a horse-sleigh laid to brim with straw / And covered barely with hides and birch, / We rode around the lumbering Moscow / From Sparrow Hills to a familiar church. On Uglich street the kids are playing babki / And from a stove exudes bread's sweet smell / Through street without a hat ...»
«I When, little Straw, you lie in giant bedroom / And, sleepless, wait, that solemn, true and high, / Heavy and calm — what could be more despairing — / Forever on you will descend the sky — A whistling Straw, a dry Straw, or Straw empty, / You drank death to the brim and made it raw....»
«"I lost a cameo I used for grooming / On shores of the Nieva, I know not where. / I pity a majestic Roman woman" — / You uttered this to me in near despair. But what's the point, you gorgeous Georgian maiden, / Of shaking divine ashes from the sky? / One fluffy snowflake, its beauty fad...»
«Hellenes were readying for war / Over a gorgeous island Salamin. / Overtaken fully by the foe / From Athens' harbor it was seen. And now the friends and islanders / Fill our ships with their toil. / Englishmen did not love earlier / The sweetness of Europe's soil. O Europe, you, the ne...»