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.
«I awoke. Yes, the roof of a coffin — I extend / My arms forcefully and call / For help. Yes, I remember those torments / Before death — yes, it was real! — / And without effort, as if it was a cobweb / I split apart the coffin. / / And I stood up. How bright this winter light / ...»
«The voice of the herd rises from the fields; / In the bushes the robins sing, / And a sweet aroma flows / From the whitened apple-trees of the garden. / / The flowers gaze with tender melancholy, / Innocently pure, like spring, / Shedding fragrant dust, / The seeds of their rosy fru...»
«Mine was the madness he desired, he who had closed his eyes / To the petals of this rose, the sparkles, the dew; / Mine was the madness he desired, he who had wound / Those flowing tresses into a heavy braid. / / Though wicked old age denies all joy, / My lamenting soul, before this dec...»
«An orange-red sky… / A gusty wind shakes / The bloody cluster of rowan berries. / I chase the fleeing horse / Past the glass hothouse, / Past the trellises of the old park, / And past the swan pond. / Alongside me runs / My shaggy, red-haired dog, / Who is dearer to me / Than e...»