Shepherd boy, out on the plain,
This craze will not subdue.
As I recall the cloak and cane
My agonies ensue.
If I rise, I’ll fall anew.
Little horn plays on: loo-loo!
As in a dream, we bade farewell,
I spoke: “I’ll wait for you.”
“We will meet again in hell,”
And laughing, he withdrew.
If I rise, I’ll fall anew.
Little horn plays on: loo-loo!
O deep water, all ablaze,
In the millpond, shining blue,
Not from sorrow — from disgrace,
I have come to you.
Silently, I’ll fall askew…
Distant horn plays on: loo-loo!
Стройный мальчик пастушок,
Видишь, я в бреду.
Помню плащ и посошок,
На свою беду.
Если встану — упаду.
Дудочка поет: ду-ду!
Мы прощались как во сне,
Я сказала: «Жду».
Он, смеясь, ответил мне:
«Встретимся в аду»,
Если встану — упаду.
Дудочка поет: ду-ду!
О глубокая вода
В мельничном пруду,
Не от горя, от стыда
Я к тебе приду.
И без крика упаду,
А вдали звучит: ду-ду.
«She has not taken her first sigh — / She is the word and music both — / And thus of all that lives and grows / A timeless and unbroken tie. Placidly breathe the breasts of sea / The day is bright, as if gone mad, / The sea foam's pallid lilacs stand / In vase of lapis lazuli. O, wo...»
«She has yet to be born: / she is music and word, / and she eternally bonds / all life in this world. / / The sea breathes gently; / the day glitters wildly. / A bowl of dazed azure / sways pale foam-lilac. / / May I too reach back / to that ancient silence, / like a note of...»
«— She’s at the riverbed, in algae, covered / With weeds... She went to sleep there, / But there’s no dream there, as it happens. / — But I loved her, / Loved more than forty thousand brothers / Ever could have loved! / — Hamlet...»
«— She's — She's in the riverbed, in algae / And weeds...She went to them / To sleep, — but there's no sleep there, either! / — But she's the one I loved / Like forty thousand brothers / Couldn't love! / — Hamlet! / She's in the riverbed, ...»