I was not here for hundreds years,
But nothing changed for ages here…
In the same way the divine lyre
Pours bliss from the eternal crests.
Same are the waters and stars’ throngs,
And endless bleakness of skies’ domes,
And flying seeds in airy flows,
And mothers sing the same sweet songs.
Forget all troublesome and cruel —
It’s safe — my dear Asian home…
I’ll come once more. Let fences blossom
And pools be clear ones and full.
Я не была здесь лет семьсот,
Но ничего не изменилось...
Всё так же льется Божья милость
С непререкаемых высот,
Всё те же хоры звезд и вод,
Всё так же своды неба черны,
И так же ветер носит зерна,
И ту же песню мать поет.
Он прочен, мой азийский дом,
И беспокоиться не надо...
Еще приду. Цвети, ограда,
Будь полон, чистый водоем.
«1. Where Roman magistrate once judged the foreign nation / Basilica stands. With muscles bursts / A light and cross-shaped bridge: Christ joyful, like the first / Adam, having spread his nerves out in elation. 2. But will reveal itself the hidden plan! / Here might of granite arches took ...»
«"How luxury of these wares and robes and lace / Is loathsome to me in my disgrace" / "In the stone Troezene / A famous sorrow will be / Stairs in the king's name / Will grow red from shame / Black sun will rise above / A mother in love" / "Oh if the hatred only in my chest had boiled...»
«1 A word of peace, rejected, stands / At start of an insulted era; / There's light inside a darkened cavern / And ether of the foreign lands; / Ether, of which we just could not, / Of which to breathe we did not want; / With voice of goats, deep and gaunt, / Priests are singing, hairy...»
«In multitude of choir polyhymnal / All tender churches sing in their own voice / And the stone vaults of the Dormition cathedral / Like eyebrows in still higher arch rejoice. And from the rampart fortified by the archangels / I watched the city from a wondrous height / In the Acropolis sa...»