My youth was hard to endure.
With so much sorrow to bear.
How can a soul this poor
Be returned to You rich and fair?
A song of praise, long and elegant,
The flattering fate sings fervent.
Lord, Almighty! I’m negligent,
Always Your miserly servant.
Not a rose, not a blade of grass
Will I be Your garden, Father.
I tremble at every speck of dust,
At each word that a fool may utter.
Дал Ты мне молодость трудную.
Столько печали в пути.
Как же мне душу скудную
Богатой Тебе принести?
Долгую песню, льстивая,
О славе поет судьба,
Господи! я нерадивая,
Твоя скупая раба.
Ни розою, ни былинкою
Не буду в садах Отца.
Я дрожу над каждой соринкою,
Над каждым словом глупца.
«Wrapped in kisses and spells, in the plains, / With the wind you were one time wed, / You are seemingly covered in chains, / My invaluable woman friend! Neither happily nor stricken down, / From a dark sky you walk with gravity, / You are both the song of my wedding vow, / And my star s...»
«When, at the years' decline, my life will run its course / And, having dimmed the light, I will again disperse / Into the unseen world of foggy transformations, / When millions of newborn generations / Will fill this world with glimmerings of wonder / And will complete the nature's full de...»
«Every day behind the hill's brink / I disappear, dear friend. / Like a laboratory, spring / Lies across the vernal land. Within every little flower, / Like within a live retort, / Sunlit moisture gathers power / And evaporates skyward. Taking time through this to rummage, / With a le...»
«Among the other children playing, / She reminds me of a little frog. / Her skimpy blouse is tucked into her knickers; / Her gingery curls tumble in disarray / Wide mouth her teeth uneven,, / Her features harsh and ugly / The two little boys her own age, / Have been bought a bike each b...»