I seek salvation.
My fires blaze on mountains’ far heights —
The realm of night is in a glare.
But brighter blaze my spiritual sight
And You’re afar — but are you real there?
I seek salvation.
The starry choir sings solemnly in skies,
I’m cursed for good by every generation.
For you lights my bonfire on the heights.
You’re conjuration.
I seek salvation.
The tired choir of stars calms down, yet.
Night goes away with apprehension.
There You descent from far hills in sunset.
I craved for you. To you my spirit’s spread.
You’re my salvation!
О. М. Соловьевой
Ищу спасенья.
Мои огни горят на высях гор —
Всю область ночи озарили.
Но ярче всех —- во мне духовный взор
И Ты вдали... Но Ты ли?
Ищу спасенья.
Торжественно звучит на небе звездный хор.
Меня клянут людские поколенья.
Я для Тебя в горах зажег костер,
Но Ты — виденье.
Ищу спасенья.
Устал звучать, смолкает звездный хор.
Уходит ночь. Бежит сомненье.
Там сходишь Ты с далеких светлых гор.
Я ждал Тебя Я дух к Тебе простер.
В Тебе — спасенье!
«You have gone. / Another world’s your / home, they say. / Into space… / You fly now / t’wards your stars’ collision. / Sober! / There, there’s no advance, no / beer as pay. / No, Yesenin, / this is / ...»
«You were my life sometime ago. / Then came the war, the devastation. / You vanished, leaving me alone, / Without a trace or explanation. When many years had passed me by, / Your voice awakened me by chance. / I sat and read Your Word all night / And came to life out of a trance. Since ...»
«The Tale of Tsar Saltan, of His Son, the Glorious and Mighty Knight Prince Guidon Saltonovich, and of the Fair Swan-Princess Three fair maidens, late one night, / Sat and spun by candlelight. / "Were our tsar to marry me," / Said the eldest of the three, / "I would cook and I would bake –...»
«I splashed some colours from a tumbler / and smeared the drab world with emotion. / I charted on a dish of jelly / the jutting cheekbones of the ocean. / Upon the scales of a tin salmon / I read the calls of lips yet mute. / And you, / could you have played a noc...»