I have come again with greeting
To tell that the mom shines brightly,
And the heat of sun is beating.
Stirring the young leaves lightly:
To tell you of woodlands stirring,
Of the brakes and branches waking:
Every bird its wing is whirring
And its thirst for spring is breaking:
To tell you that my old passion
Brings me back to love you duly.
That my soul in its old fashion
Still delights to serve you truly:
To tell you how all is rising
Above me in air delighted:
I know not what I'll be singing,
but to you my song is plighted.
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.
«2 Alive and well! / Louder than thunder — / Like with an axe — / Joy! No, with an axe / Not enough: with a bull / Under the butt / Of happiness! Stunned. / Afraid. / What in exchange — / Will they tear away? And from the knees / All the way to the roots / Of standing ...»
«3 Not hunching under sorrow, / Under the stone — winged — as / An eagle — having stayed whole, The double sadness / Of earthly mothers / And heavenly mistresses Having raised on the shoulder — / Hot Maltese steel / Was left to me! But the wrathful sky / To the eagles —...»
«4 Over the sleeping youth — golden spurs. / Command: Up high! / Back at the heels the crowd of robbers. / George, cry! With a free left hand you're feeling the cross. / Command: swim! / Rule, that to the last one they come under / The cupola Sofian! We're lost! The joints will not ...»
«5 In the name of massacre / Hold tight, my one with wings! / There was an hour of crossing / And will be — of getting even. In that ton-and-half hour / Between fact and dream / Heavily paddled / The ship's wings. Between Charybdis — yes! — / And Scylla paddled away. / Oh my...»