So again we triumph!
Again we do not come!
Our speeches silent,
Our words, dumb.
Our eyes that have not met
Again, are lost;
And only tears forget
The grip of frost.
A wild-rose bush near Moscow
Knows something of
This pain that will be called
Immortal love.
Таинственной невстречи
Пустынны торжества,
Несказанные речи,
Безмолвные слова.
Нескрещенные взгляды
Не знают, где им лечь.
И только слезы рады,
Что можно долго течь.
Шиповник Подмосковья,
Увы! при чем-то тут...
И это всё любовью
Бессмертной назовут.
«In ancient days, when God cast down his gaze / Upon the newly created world, / Words could stop the sun, / Words could shatter cities. Eagles didn't spread their wings, / And stars huddled, horror-stricken, round the moon, / Whenever words, like pink flame, / Drifted through the heights...»
«In those primal days when God Almighty / Bent His face over the fresh world — then / The word made the sun stand still in heaven, / The word tore apart the towns of men. And when the word — like a pink flame burning — / Floated freely in the highest flight, / Eagles did not stir the...»
«He did not lie to us, that spirit, mournfully severe, / Whose name was borrowed from the morning star, / When he said: "Don't fear requital from above; / Taste the fruit, and you will be as gods." For youths all roads were opened, / For elders — all forbidden works, / For girls — ambe...»
«He did not lie — the ghost, so sad and thoughtful, / That from a star took his name by a chance, / When he had said, “Don’t fear the Lord”, to us, / “Just try the fruit and be like Him immortal”. All routs for youths were opened in glow, / And all forbidden works – for older ...»