For the last time I risk caresses
In fancy on your darling face.
To waken dreams my strong heart presses.
And softly, shy of its distresses,
Your love for me it would retrace.
Our life is hurrying and changes;
Everything changes; we change too;
And him, whose song through passion ranges.
Gloom of the grave from you estranges;
He, once your friend, is dead to you.
Take it, my friend far separated,
This last leave-taking of my heart,
As would a widow desolated,
Or friend from friend to exile fated,
In silent kiss before they part.
В последний раз твой образ милый
Дерзаю мысленно ласкать,
Будить мечту сердечной силой
И с негой робкой и унылой
Твою любовь воспоминать.
Бегут, меняясь, наши лета,
Меняя всё, меняя нас,
Уж ты для своего поэта
Могильным сумраком одета,
И для тебя твой друг угас.
Прими же, дальная подруга,
Прощанье сердца моего,
Как овдовевшая супруга,
Как друг, обнявший молча друга
Пред заточением его.
«I go out alone on the flint road / In the deep mist glimmering afar. / Silent night... The desert hears to God / And the star is speaking to the star. All the skies are beautiful and solemn. / Earth is sleeping in the glow of blue. / Why it is so hard? Am I regretting? / Or maybe I drea...»
«I am so sad because I worship you, / I know: that your flourishing youth / Will not be spared by the gossip's persecution. / For every sunny day or bit of sweet illusion / You'll pay the fate with tears and your pine. / I'm sad... 'cause you're so gay and fine.»
«When, in the cornfield, yellow waves are rising, / The wood is rustling at the sound of soft wind, / And, in the garden, crimson plums are hiding / In pleasant shade of leaves, so shining ones and green; When, spilled with fragrant dew in calmness of the alley, / In morning of a gold or eve...»
«We stood in the ranks — as a mute crowd, once, / While putting our friend to a ground, / Heard our chaplain's murmur and, by chance, / The roar of a tempest around. / The shakos sparkled over the sacred abode, / Immovable ones in a cloud, / With a...»