Lisa is afraid to love.
Nonsense, — that is not her manner!
Careful — what if it’s a bluff
And perhaps this new Diana
Has repressed her passion’s call —
And with shameful, glowing eyes
Walks among us in disguise,
Looking just for whom to fall.
Лизе страшно полюбить.
Полно, нет ли тут обмана?
Берегитесь — может быть,
Эта новая Диана
Притаила нежну страсть —
И стыдливыми глазами
Ищет робко между вами,
Кто бы ей помог упасть.
«All that was in the soul, all was lost again; / I lay down in the grass, sad and bored, / And a flower lifted its lovely form above me, / A grasshopper standing in front of it on guard. / / Then I opened the weighty volume I had before me, / And on the first page saw a drawing of a plan...»
«Yesterday reflecting upon death, / My soul suddenly grew bitter. / Sad day! Age-old nature / Gazed at me from the forest's depths. And the anguish of separation / Pierced my heart, and in that moment / I could hear all — the evening grass, / The water talking, and the stone's dead cry...»
«How the world changes! And how I change as well! / I am known by one name only, yet / That which is named by me / Is not I alone. We are many. I am a living being. / So that the blood should not freeze in my veins, / I died many times. Oh, how many dead bodies / Have I raised from my own...»
«Again the crystal dreamstruck vessel / Flashed in the darkness of the wood. Past battling trees and quarrelling wolves, / Where insects drink the sap of plants, / Where stems writhe and flowers moan, / Where predatory nature disposes, / I pressed on towards you, halting upon / Your thre...»