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.
«Here're the girls — they wish to love, / Here're the boys — they wish to wander, / All changes in that april just unite, / Consoloidate the people with each other. O, the new month, the new such Lord, / You seek in such a way new favour, / You may be generous in your words, / Letti...»
«Outside, the blizzard sets in deep / And all its polish coats. / The paper seller is asleep, / Her kiosk, drifting, floats. Not once we’ve happened to observe / In our lives’ lengthy course, / The snowfall comes with shy reserve / To trick our eyes perforce. Concealing unrepentantl...»
«Snow is falling, falling down. / The geraniums are trying / To befriend the sparkles flying / Past the window’s woven bound. Snow is falling, all’s in action, / Smitten, taking off the ground: / The black stairs, the intersection, — / All is being lost and found. Snow is falling...»
«Snowing on, snowing on. / On a windowsill, the flower / Of geranium's reaching out for / Starlets of the snow beyond. Snowing on and all’s in chaos, / All's engaged into a twirl: / Wooden footsteps of back stairs / And a snowbound crossroad turn. Snowing on, snowing on. / Like inst...»