When my daydreams cross the brink of long-lost days
To find you there again, within the mist of memory,
I weep sweet tears, like the first Hebrew who gazed
Upon the promised land beyond the boundary.
I don't regret the childish games or quiet dreams
Stirred up so painfully and sweetly by your presence
During those days when I discovered what first love means:
A chaotic rush of feelings, restless
Hours, the pressure of a hand, and shining eyes,
The murmur of our innocent, senseless patter
Accompanied now by giggles, now by tender sighs —
These seemed to us the echo of true passion.
Когда мои мечты за гранью прошлых дней
Найдут тебя опять за дымкою туманной,
Я плачу сладостно, как первый иудей
На рубеже земли обетованной.
Не жаль мне детских игр, не жаль мне тихих снов,
Тобой так сладостно и больно возмущённых
В те дни, как постигал я первую любовь
По бунту чувств неугомонных.
По сжатию руки, по отблеску очей,
Сопровождаемым то вздохами, то смехом,
По ропоту простых, незначащих речей,
Лишь нам звучащих страсти эхом.
«While the earth is turning, / Before the light goes black, / Goodness, give the people / Whatever they may lack: / A mind to the wise one, / The wimp — a horse to flee, / Give money to the happy one… / And also think of me. While the earth is turnin...»
«As long, as the earth keeps turning, / As long, as the sun is above, / Almighty, please give to all of us / The things that we do not have: / / Grant a mind to the wise man, / The coward, grant him a horse, / The happy, let him have money, / And don't forget truly yours. / / So...»
«Look how marvelous it’s getting every hour / But my mother is so sad, I hear her groan, / — How come, you’re out there, my dear, / All alone, all alone? / / — From one end of April I head to another. / Stars have grown kinder, brighter in their beauty; / I’m just guarding...»
«Darkness has curtained my cheerless world, / Quiet as under the sea / Lady Majestic, here at my door? / Something I couldn’t foresee! The electricity here is dim, / Ceiling is dripping with tears. / Lady Majestic, well, all the same, / How did you venture in here? Oh, your arrival’...»