The wind gets stronger, night turns black.
The sea is seething with fierce rage,
Foam splashes on the granite stage —
It surges high then rushes back.
The surf gets more rambunctious and
Its sparkling effervescent wave's
So heavy and so dense in rave
As if cast iron hits dry land.
As if the sea god in his wrath,
All-powerful and deeply stern,
With trident threatens all concerned,
Preparing to proclaim warpath.
Свежеет ветер, меркнет ночь,
А море злей и злей бурлит,
И пена плещет на гранит —
То прянет, то отхлынет прочь.
Всё раздражительней бурун;
Его шипучая волна
Так тяжела и так плотна,
Как будто в берег бьет чугун.
Как будто бог морской сейчас,
Всесилен и неумолим,
Трезубцем пригрозя своим,
Готов воскликнуть: «Вот я вас!»
«He did not lie — the ghost, so sad and thoughtful, / That from a star took his name by a chance, / When he had said, “Don’t fear the Lord”, to us, / “Just try the fruit and be like Him immortal”. All routs for youths were opened in glow, / And all forbidden works – for older ...»
«That sad-strict spirit then did not dissemble – / The one who called himself the morning star – / When uttered he: “Fear not the highest’s bar, / Just eat the fruit, and you’ll the gods resemble.” To young men then all highways stretched before them, / And old men were relieved ...»
«He didn’t deceive us, that sad, somber spirit / Who wears the morning star as pseudonym / And said: “Shun not the highest gain, nor fear it: / Taste of the fruit and you will equal Him.” Instantly, for the youth, all roads lay open, / And for old men, all mysteries to know, / And to...»
«He told us no lies, that harsh spirit with sad / eyes and the morning star's name: / he said, "Don't worry about Heaven's vengeance; / eat of the fruit and be like gods." Young men can go anywhere, now, / old men can do anything, / and girls have / amber fruit and unicorns white as snow...»