Give me bitter years in malady
Breathlessness, sleeplessness, fever,
Both a friend and a child and mysterious
Gift take away forever —
Thus I pray after your liturgy
After many exhausting days,
That the cloud over dark Russia
Become cloud in the glory of rays.
Дай мне горькие годы недуга,
Задыханья, бессонницу, жар,
Отыми и ребёнка, и друга,
И таинственный песенный дар —
Так молюсь за Твоей литургией
После стольких томительных дней,
Чтобы туча над тёмной Россией
Стала облаком в славе лучей.
«The sun on the steppes is sinking, / And gold is the distant grass. / The convicts’ fetters are clinking / On the dusty road as they pass. They march, with heads closely shaven. / With heavy steps onward go. / Grief on their brows engraven / And doubt in their hearts below. They marc...»
«Storm in the skies in the evening. / Noise of the wrath of the sea; / Storm on the sea, and the thronging / Thoughts that are torture to me; Storm on the sea, and insurgent / Thoughts that are clamorous in me, / Cloud after cloud flying blackly. / Noise of the wrath of the sea.»
«What an evening! Streamlets run. / Banks are breaking, / Nightingales in set of sun / Music making. Moonbeams from on high invade, / Flood the fallows; / In the gully willows’ shade, / Gleam of shallows. There’s an old leak in the weir. / Planks ...»
«On nature ever idly spying, / Forgetting all around, I'm fond / Of watching arrowy swallows flying, / When evening comes, above the pond. See there a swallow darting, scratching / The glassy surface, till I fear / The alien element will be catching / The wings that swift as lightning ve...»