Whispering and timid breathing,
Nightingale’s trill,
Silver sheen of waters seething,
Sleepy brooklet’s dishabille.
Noctilucence, nocturne shades,
Lengthy shadows without end,
Alternating glow cascades,
Charm to dear face lends,
On hazy clouds a rose-pink stain,
In answer amber’s antiphon,
And kisses, weeping, silent pain,
And then the dawn, the dawn!
Шёпот, робкое дыханье,
Трели соловья,
Серебро и колыханье
Сонного ручья,
Свет ночной, ночные тени,
Тени без конца,
Ряд волшебных изменений
Милого лица,
В дымных тучках пурпур розы,
Отблеск янтаря,
И лобзания, и слёзы,
И заря, заря!..
«An autumn has at its beginning / A short and nonetheless amazing time: / Days kind of crystal-clear being / Delightful eves are full of shine… The former field of ears is laid bare / And emptiness provides expanse for eyes, / Just of a cobweb a thin hair / On an idle furrow g...»
«The last adieu. Brief ecstasy and wonder, / A blink in time when life held you to me! / I'll not succumb to words of Love, prithee, / In spells and scents of Love will not meander. Possessed the world — and suddenly lost all. / My dream began and then like fancy vanished! / And awkwa...»
«A star was lighted up, arised a breeze, / Across the cliffs of Dagestan the bright day ran, / And everyone prayed looking to the East. / Tatars repeated verses of Koran, The slaves of Christ did their sacred ritual, / Kalmyks appealed to Llama in the silence, / And alien to all a...»
«The crimson light of dawn / is weaving itself onto the lake. / The weeping woodcocks / are making the pine woods ring. There orioles are crying / hidden in some hollow tree. / I’m the only one who’s not weeping. / In my soul it’s light. Down the road toward evening / I know yo...»