Muse, by Donald Michael Thomas When at night I wait for her to come, /
Life, it seems, hangs by a single strand. /
What are glory, youth, freedom, in comparison /
With the dea...
Muse, by Robert Chandler I feel my life hang by a hair /
as I wait at night for the Muse; /
youth, freedom, fame melt into air /
as my guest appears with her flute.
She...
Muse, by Andrey Kneller When at night I’m waiting her arrival, /
Life, it seems, is hanging by a thread. /
Glory, youth and freedom cannot rival /
The joy she brings me...
Muse, by Yevgeny Bonver When, in the night, I wait for her, impatient, /
Life seems to me, as hanging by a thread. /
What just means liberty, or youth, or approbation, / ...
Muse, by Rupert Moreton When I await her at the midnight hour /
Then life appears to hang by slender strand. /
Who cares for honour, youth or freedom’s power /
When pip...
Muse, by A. S. Kline When I wait, at night, for her to come, /
Life, it seems, hangs by a strand. /
What are honour, youth, freedom, /
Next to the dear guest, flute ...
The Muse, by Eric Gillan When late at night I wait for her arrival, /
It seems my life is hanging by a thread. /
I offer youth, my freedom, glory, /
To my adored guest w...
The muse, by Max Hayward and Stanley Kunitz All that I am hangs by a thread tonight /
as I wait for her whom no one can command. /
Whatever I cherish most — youth, freedom, glory — /
fades...
The Muse, by Lyn Coffin When at night I await the beloved guest, /
Life seems to hang by a thread. “What is youth?” I demand /
Of the room. “What is honor, freedom, the...
in french
Anna Akhmatova (français)
La Muse, Sophie Laffitte Quand, dans la nuit, j'attends sa visite, /
Ma vie semble arrêtée. Et, vraiment, /
Que sont honneurs, jeunesse ou liberté /
Devant cette amie si...
in hungarian
Anna Ahmatova (magyar)
Múzsa, Halasi Zoltán Mintha egy hajszálon függne az élet, /
úgy várom jöttét minden éjszaka: /
szabadság, hír, dicsőség elenyésznek, /
mihelyt megfújja s szól a kis ...
in armenian
Աննա Ախմատովա (հայերեն)
Մուսան, Սեյրան Մալխասյանի Երբ ես նրան եմ գիշերն սպասում, /
Թվում է կյանքս կախված է թելից. /
Ի՞նչ ազատություն, ի՞նչ փառք, ի՞նչ հուզում, /
Երբ նա է հյուրս՝ սրինգը ձեռին…
Մ...
