Not weeks, not months, — it took us years
To separate. And finally, today,
We feel true freedom’s gentle breeze
And the wreaths on our heads are gray.
There are no more betrayals or treason,
And you don’t have to listen all night
To the streaming current of reasons
That prove me indisputably right.
Не недели, не месяцы — годы
Расставались. И вот наконец
Холодок настоящей свободы
И седой над висками венец.
Больше нет ни измен, ни предательств,
И до света не слушаешь ты,
Как струится поток доказательств
Несравненной моей правоты.
«I have come to please you, dear, / To impart the sun be ardent, / Tell you that its glares quiver / On the leaves of the green garden; / Come to tell you: in the forest / Branches talk with animation, / Every early bird is earnest, — / Woods are full of a spring passion. /...»
«Do not elude — I will not sue / For your heart pain, nor secret worrying, / I want to plunge myself in mourning / And to repeat that I love you. / / It is suffice for me to fly / To you like waves run by the water — / To kiss cold granite I have gotten, / To kiss and after ...»
«The sounds have calmed down in the wood, / Soon the sunrays will stop be shining either... / My beautiful friend, oh, how much I would / Be glad to see you coming to me hither! Oh, how soon the charming childish word / To frightfulness will turn intense impatience? / Oh, how soon, li...»
«Wake her not out of sleep at the dawn, / At the dawn she is sleeping too sweet. / On her breast there is breath of the morn, / On the cheeks dimples are blooming with it. Hot is this sound sleep of the maid’s / Yet she now is foreign to trouble; / By the shoulders are running h...»