Shall I live always
Sitting at home?
Wasting my youth here,
Never to roam?
And by the window
Shall I always stay,
The far road watching
By night and by day?
Are the hawk's pinions
Unfettered never?
Is ev'ry journey
Barred him for ever?
To foreign peoples
Fears he be gone?
With step-mother Fortune
To live alone?
Why is he eager
To see all the world?
Why yearns his spirit
For pinions unfurled?
Why does my darling.
Oh why does she,
Her tears fast flowing,
Sit always by my?
See, she flies from me,
Sings me a song,
With her hand beckons
To follow along!
No, here no longer
At home shall I stay,
Nor watch at the window
The road far away!
I shall go out of doors;
The road calls to a land,
And there I shall live
As God may command!
Долго ль буду я
Сиднем дома жить,
Мою молодость
Ни за что губить?
Долго ль буду я
Под окном сидеть,
По дорожке вдаль
День и ночь глядеть?
Иль у сокола
Крылья связаны,
Иль пути ему
Все заказаны?
Иль боится он
В чужих дюдях быть,
С судьбой-мачехой
Сам-собою жить?
Для чего ж на свет
Глядеть хочется,
Облететь его
Душа просится?
Иль зачем она,
Моя милая,
Здесь сидит со мной,
Слёзы льёт рекой;
От меня летит,
Песню мне поет;
Всё рукой манит!
Всё с собой зовет!
Нет, уж полно мне
Дома век сидеть,
По дорожке вдаль
День и ночь глядеть!
Со двора пойду,
Куда путь лежит,
А жить стану там,
Где уж бог велит!
«Lost, like beast incarcerated. / Somewhere – people, freedom, light; / Chase’s clamour – I’ve been baited, / I cannot escape my plight. Murky forest, stagnant water, / And a log of fallen fir, / No escape, it doesn’t matter. / What’s predestined will occur. Am I really so p...»
«The noise subsides. I walk onto the stage. / I listen closely to the echo of the hum / And leaning on the doorway, try to gauge / Just what will happen in the age to come. In gloom of night, the theater glasses gather / In thousands and focus on the play. / If only you are willing, Abba F...»
«The sunset’s lights were dying down. / Across the thickets of the copse, / Toward a distant Ural town, / A man was riding on his horse. The horse was trembling with spite / And echoing the noisy clatter, / The water ran along its side / And wildly splattered in the gutter. And when h...»
«Life has suddenly returned again, / Just as once it strangely went away. / On this ancient street, once more I stand, / Just as then, that distant summer day. Same old people and the same old worry / And the sunset’s fire is still warm, / Just as when, the evening in a hurry / Nailed ...»