May the organ’s sounds burst out once more
Like the first spring thunderstorm:
Behind the shoulder of your young bride
My half-closed eyes will meet your eyes.
Farewell, my beauteous friend, be happy,
I relieve you from your sweet vow,
But do not reveal to your passionate sweetheart
My whimsical words of delirium.
For it will fill with deadly poison and decay
Your blissful and joyful alliance;
I leave you for a wondrous garden
Where the grass rustles and Muses exclaim.
Пусть голоса органа снова грянут,
Как первая весенняя гроза;
Из-за плеча твоей невесты глянут
Мои полузакрытые глаза.
Прощай, прощай, будь счастлив, друг прекрасный,
Верну тебе твой сладостный обет,
Но берегись твоей подруге страстной
Поведать мой неповторимый бред, —
Затем что он пронижет жгучим ядом
Ваш благостный, ваш радостный союз...
А я иду владеть чудесным садом,
Где шелест трав и восклицанья муз.
«Oh, do not trust the nighttime hour! / It is filled with evil beauty. / In the nighttime people are close to death, / And flowers alone are strangely alive. Dark and warm are the quiet walls, / And the hearth is long without fire… / And from the flowers I await betrayals, / For the fl...»
«For three days now I’ve spoken with no one... / My thoughts are greedy and malicious. / My back hurts. Everywhere I look, / I see only sky-blue patches. The church bell was droning. It stopped. / I am alone with myself. / Silk of scarlet creaks and bends / Beneath the clumsy needle. ...»
«In her shameless and pathetic baseness, / Like dust, she is gray, like mortal remains. / And I am dying of this fatal closeness, / Because she cannot be dissolved from me. She is rough and she is thorny; / She is cold — she is a snake. / I am wounded all over by her sickly-burning, / ...»
«There, where red water from the sunrise / Seems spilled across the cabbage rows, / A maple sapling stretches to nurse / From its mother tree’s green udders.»