The snowy spring is raging mad,
I look away from the saga;
O, dreadful hour, when she read
The palm extended by Tsouniga.
Into his eyes she aimed her gaze,
There was mockery in her dark eyes,
The row of pearly teeth had blazed,
And I forgot all the days and midnights.
The heart got overflowed with blood,
My homeland memories erasing.
A voice would sing, «With all your being
You’d have to pay me back for love.»
Бушует снежная весна.
Я отвожу глаза от книги...
О, страшный час, когда она,
Читая по руке Цуниги,
В глаза Хозе метнула взгляд!
Насмешкой засветились очи,
Блеснул зубов жемчужный ряд,
И я забыл все дни, все ночи,
И сердце захлестнула кровь,
Смывая память об отчизне...
А голос пел: Ценою жизни
Ты мне заплатишь за любовь!
«How mighty Time strives like a river, / Oh men, your deeds its current brings, / Negates and drowns in oblivion, / Outlasts all countries, realms and kings. / Remains are few, and if a lyre / Unbent sings "fame", or trumpet blasts / Infinity makes pride expire. / No swaying Fate, all w...»
«They gave themselves to sad monotonous / tasks, until their strength was spent. / Half-dead among them, only I / distracted their predicament. They looked at me and they forgot / their bubbling kettles boiling dry, / the boots of felt that scorched on stoves / — all listening to my po...»
«Those poems that I wrote and forgot / and burnt before I could forget them — / there are not enough hammers and chisels / to knock them down and beat them down. Those poems that I shouted out on the radio / and published in the newspaper: / better for me to have silenced them, so to spe...»
«Yes, I know, she's wonderful, / But even with heavenly beauty / Would she try in vain / To eclipse my golden crown. Many-columned and vast / My radiant temple stands; / There in the fragrance of idols / The incense of praise does not die down. There I am queen! I rule / The throng of...»