Your sweetheart forever leaving,
Friend, you swear me to love!..
And in lands of boring living
To preserve the pledge above!..
Outside our Denmark, happy,
Your dark shores lay in grief...
And the tide, enraged and gabby,
Washes tears on a reef...
Dressed not in the silk and silver,
My sweet hero will come back...
In the coffin just will shiver
Bands and feathers — black...
Разлучаясь с девой милой,
Друг, ты клялся мне любить!
Уезжая в край постылый,
Клятву данную хранить!..
Там, за Данией счастливой,
Берега твои во мгле…
Вал сердитый, говорливый
Моет слезы на скале…
Милый воин не вернется,
Весь одетый в серебро…
В гробе тяжко всколыхнется
Бант и черное перо…
«Patient, patient, like gravel’s grind, / Patient, patient, like death in mind, / Patient, patient, like news unwinding, / Patient, patient, like vengeance finding — Wait! Awaiting you (tight, fingers’ plait — / Like a serf by grand queen when bidden). / Patient, patient, like rhym...»
«Your name is a — bird in my hand, / a piece of ice on my tongue. / The lips' quick opening. / Your name — five letters. / A ball caught in flight, / a silver bell in my mouth. A stone thrown into a silent lake / is — the sound of your name. / The light click of hooves at night /...»
«Whence cometh such tender rapture? / Those curls — they are not the first ones / I've smoothened, and I've already / Known lips — that were darker than yours. The stars have risen and faded, / — Whence cometh such tender rapture? — / And eyes have risen and faded / In face of ...»
«I love that you are not obsessed with me / I love that I am not with you either. / And our heavy globe called Earth / Will never float beneath our feet. / I love that — I can be with you, silly, / Feel free — and do not play with words. / And do not blush with a breath-taking wave / ...»