He marked with coal, as I languished,
A target on my left side
To shoot and free the bird — my anguish
Into the empty night.
Your hand won’t tremble in the least,
My dear! I won’t suffer long.
The bird — my anguish will soar, released,
To perch and sing its song.
This will cause him to say it aloud,
The one who is home and content:
“A familiar voice, but I can’t make it out,” —
And lower his eyes again.
Углем наметил на левом боку
Место, куда стрелять,
Чтоб выпустить птицу — мою тоску
В пустынную ночь опять.
Милый! не дрогнет твоя рука,
И мне недолго терпеть.
Вылетит птица — моя тоска,
Сядет на ветку и станет петь.
Чтоб тот, кто спокоен в своем дому,
Раскрывши окно, сказал:
«Голос знакомый, а слов не пойму», —
И опустил глаза.
«Wait for me and I'll be back. / Just wait for me so much! / Wait for me when sky turns black / And golden rains remain in touch. Wait when snow falls great, / And when it's too hot, / When others are by a twist of fate / In yesterday forgot. Wait, when there's no news / From faraway ...»
«Wait for me, and I'll come back! / Wait with all you've got! / Wait, when dreary yellow rains / Tell you, you should not. / Wait when snow is falling fast, / Wait when summer's hot, / Wait when yesterdays are past, / Others are forgot. / Wait, when from that far-off place, / Letter...»
«Wait for me, and I'll return! / Wait with all your might! / Wait, when yellow foliage rains / Will tell you to stop. / Wait when snows are falling fast, / Wait through summer's heat, / Wait when yesterdays are past, / Others are forgotten all. / Wait, when from remote places, / ...»
«August – asters, / August – starlight, / August – bunches / Of ripe grapes and rusty rowan / Berries – August! With benev’lent, sound, befitting / Emperors, your apple regal, / Like a child, you’re playing, August. / Like a palm, your name smooths heartache, / Emperors b...»