My days still linger, slow and rough,
Each moment multiplies the sadness
Within the heart of hapless love
And drives my yearning into madness.
I’m silent; I don’t dare to breathe.
I weep, my tears are my salvation.
My soul, held captive in this grief,
In tears alone finds consolation.
No longer do I care if life goes by,
Its empty ghost will lastly set me free;
The sorrow of my love is dear to me —
If I die loving, then I pray let die!
Медлительно влекутся дни мои,
И каждый миг в унылом сердце множит
Все горести несчастливой любви
И все мечты безумия тревожит.
Но я молчу; не слышен ропот мой;
Я слезы лью; мне слезы утешенье;
Моя душа, плененная тоской,
В них горькое находит наслажденье.
О жизни час! лети, не жаль тебя,
Исчезни в тьме, пустое привиденье;
Мне дорого любви моей мученье —
Пускай умру, но пусть умру любя!
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«A tree grows, reminiscent / Of a natural wooden column. / It sprouts members / Dressed in round leaves. / A congregation of such trees / Makes up a wood, a forest, a grove. / But the definition of a forest is imprecise / When we point out just its formal structure. A cow's fat body, ...»
«In a land far remote, / Near the end of the earth, / Foreman lay by a road, / For he couldn't move forth. / His heart must have been strained / Or forgotten, his flask, / But no strength there remained / To deliver the task. / What the peasants there deemed, / Drove them into disma...»
«Zodiac's dimming every feature / Over pasture's endless ward. / Sleeping is the Canine creature, / Dozing is the Sparrow bird. / Healthy-bottomed mermaids scatter, / Float directly heaven bound. / Hands like branches, only fatter, / Breasts like turnips strong and round. / A witch on...»