I will be silenced soon!.. If on the tragic day,
The strings would pensively begin to play;
If adolescents, sitting quietly, immersed,
Began to marvel at my passion’s madness;
If only you, surrendering to sadness,
In silence mumbled melancholy verse
And loved the way my ardent heart had flamed...
If I’m still loved... allow me, my dear friend,
To re-awake the lyre with my hand
And make it ring out with my lover’s name!..
The day I find eternal rest, you’ll pause
Over my grave and say with trepidation:
“I used to loved him, and with that I caused
His songs and love, — his final inspiration.
Умолкну скоро я!... Но если в день печали
Задумчивой игрой мне струны отвечали;
Но если юноши, внимая молча мне,
Дивились долгому любви моей мученью;
Но если ты сама, предавшись умиленью,
Печальные стихи твердила в тишине
И сердца моего язык любила страстный...
Но если я любим... позволь, о милый друг,
Позволь одушевить прощальный лиры звук
Заветным именем любовницы прекрасной!...
Когда меня навек обымет смертный сон,
Над урною моей промолви с умиленьем:
Он мною был любим, он мне был одолжен
И песен и любви последним вдохновеньем.
«He who has kissed time on its tormented temple / With filial tenderness will subsequently / Recollect how time took to its bed in a snowbank / The color of wheat beyond the window. / He who had raised the century’s inflamed eyelids — / Two giant apples swollen with sleep — / Will c...»
«Skyscrapers, and the sky below, / It nears the earth in misty layers. / The same covert and secret woe / Persists in vast and happy Paris. The evening boulevards are loud, / The sunset’s final glimmer dies. / And there are couples all around, / And trembling lips and daring eyes. I...»
«I need a miracle, Christ, My Lord! / Here, now, before the sun can rise! / O, let me pass on, while the world / Is like a book before my eyes. No, You are fair and will not judge: / "It’s not your time, and so live on." / For You have given me too much! / I long to take all roads — ...»
«For the first time, in the Strauss waltz / We discerned your quiet, haunting calling. / Now, we’re strangers to the living souls, / And we find the racing clocks consoling, Just like you, we hail the setting sun, / Get intoxicated with the nearing end. / We are rich with all that you ha...»