The land though not mine,
But forever in my memory,
And in the sea,
Tender icy and unsalted water.
On the bottom the sand is whiter than chalk,
And the air is drunk, like wine,
And the rosy body of the pine trees
Is naked at the sunset hour.
And the sunset itself in the waves of ether
Is such that cannot say
If it's the day's end, the world's end,
If it's mysteries mystery within me.
Земля хотя и не родная,
Но памятная навсегда,
И в море нежно-ледяная
И несоленая вода.
На дне песок белее мела,
А воздух пьяный, как вино,
И сосен розовое тело
В закатный час обнажено.
А сам закат в волнах эфира
Такой, что мне не разобрать,
Конец ли дня, конец ли мира,
Иль тайна тайн во мне опять.
«The sail is whitening alone / In blue obscurity of sea: / What did it leave in country own? / What does it want so far to see. The wind is strong, the mast is creaking, / The wave is playing with the wave... / But not a fortune is it seeking, / Nor from this fortune is its way. By it a...»
«There is a blest place: by the trace / In wilderness, in a little glade’s middle, / Where in the eve, mists twine and bristle / In moony silver’s easy lace… / My friend! You know that glade, fair; / There dig a pit and let me rest, / When I will cease to breathe in air. Give to...»
«When my life is arduous, / If sadness freezes blood, / I say one prayer marvelous, / I learned it all by heart. There's vigor unbelievable / In living words' accords, / And breathes unfamiliar / And holly charm in words. A heart becomes not troublesome, / And doubts go awry, / And ...»
«The people of Israel, cry, cry! / You lost your star, divine and blessed; / It will not ever light the sky — / And dark will catch the earthly place. / There is, at last, a single man, / Who'd lost the whole world at that; / Void of a thought, a sense, midst plains, / He sought her t...»