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...
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«Through the rising tea’s steam I see Fujiyama — / The golden mount in the yellow skies, / How could be nature by a saucer summoned! / But the gentle ripples brought here a new upraise. / Look: the gossamers of the silver clouds / Are pierced by a sun the size of an ant’s eyes, / T...»
«I see: at the window sited, / Mother declines to her child, / And trying to catch his feet idly, / He rose them, putting aside. / His day is the long one and golden, / His nights — like without an end... / And a year — like a wonderful model, / Of the future long years’ train. ...»
«As soon as morn came, they were there, face to face, / As soon as morn came, cattle did not yet graze. Two carriages came — they had four men to drive, / Two carriages left — taking free men alive. And only these free heard a falling man’s yell, / And only they saw as the crying man f...»