In Kievan temple of the divine wisdom
Falling to knees, I before thee did vow
That your way will be my way
Wherever, wherever it will go.
Thus heard Yaroslav in a white coffin
And angels made of gold in his stead.
Like pigeons, weave the simple words
And are now near the sunny heads.
If I get weak, I dream of an icon
And ten steps on it, all are blessed.
In menacing voice of the Sofian ringing
I hear the sound of your unrest.
И в Киевском храме Премудрости Бога,
Припав к солее, я тебе поклялась,
Что будет моею твоя дорога,
Где бы она ни вилась.
То слышали ангелы золотые
И в белом гробу Ярослав.
Как голуби, вьются слова простые
И ныне у солнечных глав.
И если слабею, мне снится икона
И девять ступенек на ней.
И в голосе грозном софийского звона
Мне слышится голос тревоги твоей.
«I love your dear eyes, my friend, / With their play so bright and wondrous, / When you promptly rise them, and, / Like with a lightning in the wildness, / Embrace at once the whole land. But there's more fabulous attraction: / The eyes directed to the floor / During the crazy oscu...»
«I love your eyes, dear, / their fiery-playful games, / their sudden upward glances / slowly looking all around / like lightning-flames. There’s a more potent spell: / eyes lower. / A mouth hungers. / Lids almost close. / Sullen arousal glows.»
«Slender are you as a candle. Your eyes are / Swords that pierce mine. No, my sweet, you mistake: / I do not long for a tryst and its wonders — / Just let me burn like a monk at the stake! Your love? Oh, no! — I don't seek it. Nor dare I / Offer unwanted caresses. Apart / From you I st...»
«Tips of blue flame are dancing about, / Home expanses are being neglected. / It's the first time that I’m singing love, / For the first time refusing to racket. I was all like a desolate garden, / I was greedy for women and potions. / Now, I don’t want to sing and to dance, / And t...»