Above the forest, field and meadow,
Above the land and water flow
So fresh, congenial and mellow,
You turn up everywhere I go.
Your waist under the summer cloud,
Your waist, wrapped up in fur, I praise,
I sing and laud it out loud,
Enveloped in poetic haze.
Through years and streams, imparting wisdom,
Upon the cross, and when I'm tight,
My friend, my dear child of freedom,
I love you, dearly, my light.
Везде — над лесом и над пашней,
И на земле, и на воде —
Такою близкой и вчерашней
Ты мне являешься — везде.
Твой стан под душной летней тучей
Твой стан, закутанный в меха,
Всегда пою — всегда певучий,
Клубясь туманами стиха.
И через годы, через воды,
И на кресте и во хмелю,
Тебя, Дитя моей свободы,
Подруга Светлая, люблю.
«To Alla 1 You will be innocent, gorgeous, / Refined — and to all alien. / A striving, aspiring mistress, / An enticing Amazon. Your braids of hair, most likely, / To wear like a helmet you'll choose, / You will be the queen of the ballroom — / Of all the poems of our youth. And ...»
«2 Yes, I am jealous of you / With such a jealousy! / Yes, I also disturb you / With my angst already. And this my miserable nature / In you is most awfully clear: / In your without two months two years — / You're in despair. All dolls in whole wide world, all horses / You'll give...»
«1 Clad in the golden dust of evening / An August day did quietly melt. / The ringing streetcars rushed onwards / And people went. I went along a quiet side street / Without aim, absent-mindedly. / And I remember how the church bells / Sang quietly. I decided all things on the way / ...»
«2 When he did live everyone loved him / Eternal loyalty did vow, / Carry the wreaths out of the lilies / Onto fresh snow. Over his miserable lodgings / For a brief minute go slow / That he would not for too long shiver / On this first snow. Warm, melt the icy blood inside him / With...»