The pain appeared to be relentless:
The night was burning low outside;
She wrung her arms like she was senseless,
And they would shimmer in the light.
The meaningless life, nearly ending,
Continued to torture and scold;
As thought a ghost that was ascending,
The day revealed the domes of gold;
The passersby seemed few at first,
But now their footsteps multiplied;
And in gray puddles, rings dispersed,
As drops of rain fell from the sky;
The morning lingered and dissolved...
My burdens clouded everything;
And sadly, nothing was resolved
By the deluge of tears in spring.
Я помню длительные муки:
Ночь догорала за окном;
Её заломленные руки
Чуть брезжили в луче дневном.
Вся жизнь, ненужно изжитая,
Пытала, унижала, жгла;
А там, как призрак возрастая,
День обозначил купола;
И под окошком участились
Прохожих быстрые шаги;
И в серых лужах расходились
Под каплями дождя круги;
И утро длилось, длилось, длилось...
И праздный тяготил вопрос;
И ничего не разрешилось
Весенним ливнем бурных слёз.
«Waken me early tomorrow, / Dear mother, patient and kind! / I'll go past the boundary barrow / To welcome а friend of mine. In the forest today I noticed / Weel-tracks where а cart h ad rolled. / The breeze below dark cloud blowing / Is ruffling the arch of gold. It will race by tomo...»
«Cleared the cornfield, bare the boughs are, / From still waters mist is rolling, / Like а wheel beyond the mountains / Has the silent sun gone bowling. Dozing is the cart track yonder. / In а daydream it is thinking / One won't have to wait much longer / For the coming of grey winter....»
«Through virgin snow I roam, / Fresh lilies fill my heart. / The dusk, to guide me home, / Has lit а candle-star. Light? Dark? I cannot say. / Was that the breeze? А cock? / Has winter come? Or maybe / Swans in the meadows flock? How smooth the snow, how white! / Frost tingling warm...»
«The moon is the tongue / In the bell of the sky. / The homeland's my mother, / А Bolshevik am I. Hail the universal / Brotherhood of man! / That's why with my verse / For your death I give thanks. Strong, tough and healthy, / To hasten your doom / The blue bell of heaven / I str...»