Anna Akhmatova
- A Song of the Final Meeting, by Rupert Moreton
Breast so helpless succumbing to chilling, /
But with feather-tread airy I paced. /
Struggling, frozen left mitten contriving /
On right-hand di...
- Song of a Last Encounter, by Robert Chandler
I walked without dragging my feet /
but felt heavy at heart and frightened; /
and I pulled onto my left hand /
the glove that belonged to the ri...
- Song of our last meeting, by John Woodsworth
My breast was chilled through, oh so helpless, /
But my steps were still very light. /
I picked up the glove for the left hand /
And put it b...
- Song of Our Last Meeting, by Robert Crick
Helplessly, my body was cold inside, /
But still I lightly walked along. /
Wondering why my hands felt tired — /
I had put my gloves on wrong!
...
- Song of the final meeting, by Andrey Kneller
How helplessly chilled was my chest, yet /
My footsteps were nimble and light. /
The glove that belonged on my left hand /
I unconsciously put o...
- Song Of The Last Meeting, by Donald Michael Thomas
My breast grew cold and numb, /
But my feet were light. /
On to my right hand I fumbled /
The glove to my left hand.
It seemed that there were ...
- Song of the Last Meeting, by A. S. Kline
My heart was chilled and numb, /
But my feet were light. /
I fumbled the glove for my left hand /
Onto my right.
It seemed there were many step...
- The Song of the Final Meeting, by Lyn Coffin
My breast was bound with a cold band, /
And still my steps were light. /
The glove intended for my left hand, /
I put on my right.
At the thoug...
- The Song of the Last Meeting, by Judith Hemschemeyer
Then helplessly my breast grew cold, /
But my steps were light. /
I pulled the glove for my left hand /
Onto my right.
There seemed to be many ...
in spanish Anna Ajmátova (español)
- La cancion de la ultima cita, Jorge Bustamante García
Se enfriaba, desvalido, mi pecho, /
pero eran ligeros mis pasos. /
Me puse en la mano derecha /
el guante de la mano izquierda.
¡Me pareció que...
in italian Anna Achmatova (italiano)
- Il canto dell`ultimo incontro, Michele Colucci
Così smarrito gelava il petto, /
ma andavo con passi leggeri. /
Infilai nella mano destra /
il guanto della sinistra.
Parevano tanti i gradini,...
in turkish Anna Ahmatova (türkçe)
- On buluşmanin şarkisi, Kanşaubiy Miziev, Ahmet Necdet
Kalp çâresiz soğuyup gitse de, /
Ayaklarım taşıyordu beni. /
Sağ elime giydim nedense, /
Sol elimdeki eldiveni.
Çok sanmıştım basamağın sayısı,...
in finnish Anna Ahmatova (suomi)
- Laulu viimeisestä kohtaamisesta, Marja-Leena Mikkola
Suojaton sydän kylmeni, /
mutta kevein askelin lähdin. /
Vasemman käden hansikkaan /
vedin oikeaan käteeni.
Portaita näytti riittävän, /
vaik...