The evening shades have yet to sink,
But moonlight’s shining in the lake.
The heart, the soul — and everything
Feels superstitious and opaque...
This superstition leads to yearning,
And in the mist that glows opaque,
Foreseeing bliss, the heart is burning,
The pale moon shines in the lake...
Somebody’s whispering and singing,
And barely breathing, I await, —
I’m sensing greatness in this gleaming,
I’ve lost the greatness, I’m afraid...
And now, without a hesitation,
As evening shades sink in the haze,
I recollect the inspirations
Of superstitious bygone days...
Не легли еще тени вечерние,
А луна уж блестит на воде.
Всё туманнее, всё суевернее
На душе и на сердце — везде...
Суеверье рождает желания,
И в туманном и чистом везде
Чует сердце блаженство свидания,
Бледный месяц блестит на воде...
Кто-то шепчет, поет и любуется,
Я дыханье мое затаил, —
В этом блеске великое чуется,
Но великое я пережил...
И теперь лишь, как тени вечерние
Начинают ложиться смелей,
Возникают на миг суевернее
Вдохновенья обманутых дней...
«Clouds in the skies above, heavenly wanderers, / Long strings of snowy pearls stretched over azure plains! / Exiles like I, you rush farther and farther on, / Leaving my dear North, go distances measureless. What drives you southward? Is't envy that covertly / Prods you or malice whose arro...»
«In noon's heat, in a dale of Dagestan / With lead inside my breast, stirless I lay; / The deep wound still smoked on; my blood / Kept trickling drop by drop away. On the dale's sand alone I lay. The cliffs / Crowded around in ledges steep, / And the sun scorched their tawny tops / And ...»
«Forever you, the unwashed Russia! / The land of slaves, the land of lords: / And you, the blue-uniformed ushers, / And people who worship them as gods. I hope, from your tyrannic hounds / To save me with Caucasian wall: / From their eye that sees through ground, / From their ears that h...»
«Since time when the eternal Judge / Presented me the gift of a Prophet's Seeeing, / I started reading in men's eyes / The pages of their viсes, their malices. I started to proclaim both love and truth / And teaching them: but neighbours 'round / Were throwing the stones, pebbles to / ...»