But I warn you
That I am alive for the last time.
Neither as sparrow, nor maple.
Nor reed, nor star,
Nor spring water,
Nor bells in a tower —
I will not embarrass people
By visiting in strange dreams
With unquenchable moans.
Но я предупреждаю вас,
Что я живу в последний раз.
Ни ласточкой, ни кленом,
Ни тростником и ни звездой,
Ни родниковою водой,
Ни колокольным звоном —
Не буду я людей смущать
И сны чужие навещать
Неутоленным стоном.
«Flimsily dexterous / The droplets go — / The springlet sketchily / Darts to and fro... While I — / a rock that is well past its prime — / Feel helpless to guess one thing: / Just why / this inanimate little spring / Is moving faster than I.»
«A handclasp-that was all it took / To work these total transformations! / Old men are bowling hoops and, look, / Children complain of palpitations. Trains cross Sevan* from shore to shore, / At midday folk are lighting candles, / In water fish delight no more, / While I ... I love you t...»
«Wiping tears of hurt and childish sorrow, / Cotton dress you took—your best attire — / Always somepne straight from out a story, / To a world of fables you retired. Ever since, by dreams I’ve been bedevilled / That you’d left your fable-land domain, / That I had been married to a ...»
«Far from the madding crowd and mirth / A young girl lived on the edge of the earth, / Fantasy breathing sweet as the air, / Of my fantasy unaware. There she lived on the edge of the earth, / That is the story, for what it’s worth... / Just too bad that the earth is round / And has no ...»