Over the wooded banks,
In the hour of evening quiet,
Under the tents are song and bustle
And the fires are scattered.
Thee I greet, O happy race !
I recognize thy blazes,
I myself at other times
These tents would have followed.
With the early rays to-morrow
Shall disappear your freedom's trace,
Go you will — but not with you
Longer go shall the bard of you.
He alas, the changing lodgings,
And the pranks of days of yore
Has forgot for rural comforts
And for the quiet of a home.
Над лесистыми брегами,
В час вечерней тишины,
Шум и песни под шатрами,
И огни разложены.
Здравствуй, счастливое племя!
Узнаю твои костры;
Я бы сам в иное время
Провождал сии шатры.
Завтра с первыми лучами
Ваш исчезнет вольный след,
Вы уйдёте — но за вами
Не пойдет уж ваш поэт.
Он бродящие ночлеги
И проказы старины
Позабыл для сельской неги
И домашней тишины.
«When you played an old Strauss waltz, we, for the first time, / Heard your quiet, distressed call, / Since then, we have been aliens among living beings / And only enjoyed the quick passing of the hours. We, like you, welcomed sunsets, / Hypnotized by the proximity of your end. / On bette...»
«I'm just a girl. My duty / Before the wedding altar is / Not to forget, everywhere are — wolfs / And to remember: I am — a sheep. Dreaming about a golden castle / Shake, turn, jump / At first a doll, and later / No doll, but nearly one. In my hand there is no sword / No singing ...»
«Oh, how many of them fell into this abyss, / Openess far in the distance! / The day will come when I am gone / From the surface of the earth. Stiffen all that singing and struggle, / Shine and burst. / And the green of my eyes, and gentle voice, / And the gold hair. And there is life w...»
«I dedicate these lines to / Those who will arrange my coffin. / When you open my high, / Hated forehead. Changed unnecessarily, / By a crown on my head, — / My own heart alien / Will I lie in the coffin. They will not look at my face: / "I hear all! Can see all! / My being in tha...»