The winter day is cold and snowy,
White is the harbor, hard the ground.
A heavy liner, outward bound,
Is moving carefully and slowly.
One yellow solitary lamp
Sways in the wind its ghostly halo,
The outlines of the crane and silo
Are blacker than the sky, and damp.
Look how that sailor, left behind,
Reels in the snow along the shore.
All drunk away, gone with the wind!
Enough, I cannot anymore...
Fresh flakes have fallen, cold and light.
The empty harbor is snowed under.
Say, sailor, is it sweet to slumber,
Cloaked in your shroud, so gentle and so white?
Поздней осенью из гавани
От заметённой снегом земли
В предназначенное плаванье
Идут тяжелые корабли.
В чёрном небе означается
Над водой подъемный кран,
И один фонарь качается
На оснежённом берегу.
И матрос, на борт не принятый,
Идёт, шатаясь, сквозь буран.
Всё потеряно, всё выпито!
Довольно — больше не могу…
А берег опустелой гавани
Уж первый лёгкий снег занёс…
В самом чистом, в самом нежном саване
Сладко ли спать тебе, матрос?
«The hills of Georgia greet the gloomy night / And the Aragva roars beneath me. / I feel so sad and free; my sorrow's bright; / It's overfilled with you, believe me, / With you, and only you... My melancholy / Is undisturbed and peaceful today, / My heart now burns anew and loves in folly...»
«Poet, though people praise you, don’t feel proud. / A minute later, people’s praise can disappear. / Hearing the verdict of a fool and laughing crowds, / You must remain unmoved, and calm and clear. You are a czar: live on your own. Wander about / Wherever boundless musings guide your w...»
«From the elation of the years that faded, / As though from drinking, I feel wearied, jaded. / But still, the sorrow of lost years — like wine, / Grows only stronger in my soul with time. / My road is gloomy. Only work and sorrow / Are promised by the raging seas of morrow. But, o my fri...»
«I can’t sleep, the light is out; / Chasing senseless dreams in gloom. / Clocks at once, inside my room, / Somewhere next to me, resound. / Parcae’s soft and mild chatter, / Sleeping twilight’s noisy flutter, / Life’s commotion — so insane... / Why am I to feel this pain? / ...»