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.
«As the hand on left with the hand on right / Our souls are beside. We had both gone in a bliss of flight / As the wing on left and the wing on right. But a whirl arrived — and a chasm is left / From the wing on right to the wing on left!»
«Every verse is a child of love, / A destitute bastard slip, / A firstling — the winds above — / Left by the road asleep. / Heart has a gulf, and a bridge, / Heart has a bless, and a grief. / Who is his father? A liege? / Maybe a liege, or a thief.»
«I bless a night I sleep in my abode, / I bless a day when to my work I go, / Judgment and mercy of omniscient God, / The good law — and the stony law, My dusty purple, patched in every piece... / My dusty staff, in the eternal glow! / And else, O God, I bless forever — peace / And ...»
«If your soul was born with wings / What does a hut mean or a palace of kings! / What — Genghis Khan, and what — a horde! / I have two foes in the whole world, / They are two twins in one image united: / Hunger of hungry and glut of glutted.»