The same voice and gaze aglow,
That same flaxen hair.
As it was a year ago.
Light-rays streaming through the air
Colors on white walls bestow…
Fragrances of lilies flow
And the simple words you share.
Тот же голос, тот же взгляд,
Те же волосы льняные.
Всё как год тому назад.
Сквозь стекло лучи дневные
Известь белых стен пестрят…
Свежих лилий аромат
И слова твои простые.
«The crimson summer now grows pale; / Clear, bright days now soar away; / Hazy mist spreads through the vale, / As the sleeping night turns gray; / The barren cornfields lose their gold; / The lively stream has now turned cold; / The curly woods are gray and stark, / And the heavens hav...»
«I’m not that lover, filled with passion, — / That youth, who left the world amazed: / Alas, my spring and summer passed now, / And didn’t leave a single trace. / Cupid, the god of youth and love and virtue! / I used to be your steadfast servant; / Oh, if I could be reborn, — I...»
«— What’s new? “I tell you, nothing whatsoever.” / — Don’t fool with me: you’re hiding it, I know. / Oh, don’t you feel ashamed? you think you’re clever / To hide the news from me like from a foe? / Oh, tell me, brother, why? Inform me, I insist! / Don’t be so stubborn, ...»
«Today your gods do not deny you / These golden nights and golden days, / And gentle, fragile ladies eye you / With an attentive fervent gaze. / Play on, sing on, while you are blessed! / Squander away the fleeting night; / Through tears, I smile at the sight / Of your light-hearted hap...»