My voice, to which love lends a tenderness and yearning,
Disturbs night's dreamy calm... Pale at my bedside burning,
A taper wastes away... From out my heart there surge
Swift verses, streams of love, that hum and sing and merge
And, full of you, rush on, with passion overflowing.
I seem to see your eyes that, in the darkness glowing,
Meet mine... I see your smile... You speak to me alone:
My friend, my dearest friend... I love... I'm yours... your own.
Мой голос для тебя и ласковый и томный
Тревожит позднее молчанье ночи темной.
Близ ложа моего печальная свеча
Горит; мои стихи, сливаясь и журча,
Текут, ручьи любви, текут, полны тобою.
Во тьме твои глаза блистают предо мною,
Мне улыбаются, и звуки слышу я:
Мой друг, мой нежный друг... люблю... твоя... твоя...
«The working day started at night. / Denunciations, papers, certificates. / Death sentences signed in a hurry. / Yawning, drinking of wine Vodka, all day, for the soldiers. / Come evening, by candlelight, / time to read out lists, herd / men and women into a dark yard, remove shoes, clo...»
«Scorching, as hot tar: / Unendurable a second time! / My brother, with so / Strange an admixture Of discord... (The sound / Of a torn branch comes here?) / My brother, suddenly setting / Like so many suns! My brother, with no other sisters: / Made entirely my own! / Up to your fune...»
«The hour of the soul 1 In the dark night of the soul, / Un-reckoned by any clock, / I gazed into the eyes of a boy, / Un-reckoned in the nights Of anyone yet, like two ponds / — Unclouded by memory and brimming — In repose... / At this point / Your li...»
«The hour of the soul 2 In the dark hour of the soul, / In the dark — of night... / (The gigantic footstep of the soul, / Of the soul at night) At that hour, soul, take control / Of those worlds, where you want / To rule — mansion of the soul, / Soul, of that, take control. Redden...»