I’ve to return to my great battle;
Revive my spirit, sleep my flesh!
Let’s change with days, in prayers settled,
All these days of the happy flash!
But let’s save, in our soul, gladness
Of those so happy days,
Caresses of the black-eyed maiden
And the footlights’ enchanting blaze.
Пора вернуться к прежней битве,
Воскресни дух, а плоть усни!
Сменим стояньем на молитве
Все эти счастливые дни!
Но сохраним в душе глубоко
Все эти радостные дни:
Н ласки девы черноокой,
И рампы светлые огни!
«I find a sweet fatigue in silence and in dreams, / In languidness of sloth and din of artless chanting, / I find the roostered fringe of towel’s white enchanting – / And all the stern-faced icons’ ancient sooty streams. / Beneath the flyblown fetid rustle turns each day, / Imbued wit...»
«For you with aching hope I shall now wait, / And all this year I’ll wait for you – / Let you alone but sweetly set your bait / With promises for ever too. The silence of sad fate – you are it all. / A random light in dark of earth, / The untold mystery of debauchery’s fall / Tha...»
«A moment’s silver glinted flash — / A roach in river’s moment dreaded / Will weave his fables, silver-threaded. From hill bursts cart in reckless dash, / And through the air his song’s propelling, / And youthful joy in heart is swelling. And sadness. Itches homespun rash. / For s...»
«She came towards me, silent like the moonlit night, / With violet-hooded eyes, like inky night was gazing, / Where soft the gentle dewdrops grass-tipped quivered blazing, / She came towards me – perfectly arrayed, just right, / And soft, she breathed, as the insinuating night. The secret ...»