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 eremites of old, all of the world unspotted, / That they might reach the heights to holy saints allotted, / That they might fortify the heart against life's stress, / Composed such prayers as still comfort us and bless. / But none has ever stirred in me such deep emotions / As that th...»
«In vain I seek to flee to Zion's lofty height: / Rapacious sin pursues, alert to watch my flight; / 'Tis thus, with nostrils thrust in yielding sandy hollows, / The shy deer's pungent spoor the hungry lion follows.»
«When, lost in thought, I roam beyond the city's bounds And find myself within the public burial grounds, The fashionable tombs behind the railing squatting, Where the great capital's uncounted dead are rotting, All huddled in a swamp, a crowding, teeming horde, Like greedy guests that swarm abo...»
«When the supreme event had come to pass, and He, / Our God, upon the cross had died in agony, / On either side the tree two looked on one another: / One, Mary Magdalene, and one, the Virgin Mother — / In grief two women stood. / But now whom do we see beneath the ...»