It seems the sea, that scourge of ages,
contrives your genius to inspire?
You laud upon your golden lyre
old Neptune’s trident as he rages.
Don’t waste your praise. These days you’ll find
that sea and land have no division.
On any element mankind
is tyrant, traitor, or in prison.
Так море, древний душегубец,
Воспламеняет гений твой?
Ты славишь лирой золотой
Нептуна грозного трезубец.
Не славь его. В наш гнусный век
Седой Нептун земли союзник.
На всех стихиях человек —
Тиран, предатель или узник.
«Through virgin snow I roam, / Fresh lilies fill my heart. / The dusk, to guide me home, / Has lit а candle-star. Light? Dark? I cannot say. / Was that the breeze? А cock? / Has winter come? Or maybe / Swans in the meadows flock? How smooth the snow, how white! / Frost tingling warm...»
«The moon is the tongue / In the bell of the sky. / The homeland's my mother, / А Bolshevik am I. Hail the universal / Brotherhood of man! / That's why with my verse / For your death I give thanks. Strong, tough and healthy, / To hasten your doom / The blue bell of heaven / I str...»
«Sleep peacefully, dear brothers. / In answer to her call / Staunch champions of our country / March past the Kremlin walls. New thoughts the world is bearing. / Red lightning tints the sky... / Sleep peacefully, dear brothers, / Where in your tombs you lie. Like а gold seal, to guard ...»
«The twirling golden birch-leaves / Upon the pink pond lie / Like а flock of butterflies, hurtling / To а distant star to die. This evening fascinates me / The yellowing vale delights. / The frolicsome breeze is raising / The birch skirts shoulder-high. The vale's cool, cool my heart ...»