No letter came for me today:
Did he forget or go away thereafter,
The spring is like a trill of silver laughter
The boats are bobbing in the bay.
No letter came for me today…
He was with me not very long ago,
So much in love, so gentle and all mine,
But that was still the white of wintertime,
Now spring is here, with poison in its woe
He was with me not very long ago…
I hear: the fiddle bow is trembling and light,
It beats, it beats as if from deathly ache,
And I’m afraid now that my heart will break
And leave unfinished tender lines I write…
Сегодня мне письма не принесли:
Забыл он написать или уехал;
Весна как трель серебряного смеха,
Качаются в заливе корабли.
Сегодня мне письма не принесли…
Он был со мной еще совсем недавно,
Такой влюбленный, ласковый и мой,
Но это было белою зимой,
Теперь весна, и грусть весны отравна,
Он был со мной еще совсем недавно…
Я слышу: легкий трепетный смычок,
Как от предсмертной боли, бьется, бьется,
И страшно мне, что сердце разорвется,
Не допишу я этих нежных строк…
«Thou queen of all serenity, / Soul of my soul, most chaste, / I summon thee, divinity, / I summon thee, make haste! But to the tryst thy offering / Shall not be brought alone. / My guilt will come, my suffering, / My sin will lift its moan. Before thy heart insulted so, / In shame my...»
«He came to me — I don't know who he is. / He encircled me within a ring. / He said that I don't know who he is, / But he hid his face behind a cape. I begged him to tarry longer, / To step back, not touch me, and to wait. / If he only could but tarry longer / And not enclose me within...»
«Again he came, he looks at me with scorn / (I don't know who he is, just Someone in a cape) / And he laughs, "Oh, this is getting tiresome, / The circumstances cry to end it all. / I'm tired of watching you in wretched battle, / The minutes of my time have now been numbered. / Your circ...»
«Now he's different when he comes. / He assumes a slave-like guise. / And bows down so very humbly, / Sits down quietly in the corner, / At a distance from me, on the floor, / Snickering insincerely. He whispers: "I dropped by, my love, / Just like that, just to have a look. / I won't ...»