And it seemed to me those fires
Were about me till dawn.
And I never learnt —
The colour of those eyes.
Everything was trembling, singing;
Were you my friend or enemy,
And winter was it, or summer?
...И мне показалось, что это огни
Со мною летят до рассвета,
И я не дозналась — какого они,
Глаза эти странные, цвета.
И все трепетало и пело вокруг,
И я не узнала — ты враг или друг,
Зима это или лето.
«My sadness is always with me. / And even if I were a bird, / Even if two unfettered wings / Whirled me away to another place: / Into the land of the snows — where there’s silence and shadows, / Or to the valleys of roses — in the midday heat — / It is always with me. My sadness ...»
«O we — the sorrowful, / We — the damned, / Participants in good, / Defeated by evil, / In our dreams — exalted, / In our deeds — deceitful, / In our impulses — wild, / In our tears—pitiful! Chosen by Fate, / Ignorant of happiness, / We wander — strange ones — / A...»
«I love the faded blossoms / Of late-blooming violets and lilacs, / Half-hinted, half-tinted / By an entwining haze of beauty. The troubled soul is ill / And embraced by the silent dusk; / It is enraptured by approaching sleep / And the peaceful charm of sunset. What remains for the fir...»
«Someone said to me: “Your beloved / Will be wrapped in a fiery cloak...” / Whose sling hurled a stone. / Crashing with frenzied force?.. Whose flint arrow / Is buried in the sand by the spring? / Whose fleeting hoof / Left its imprint in the rock? Whose gleaming visor / Glinted p...»