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.
«O storm-cloud, the tempest's survival, alone / Like mad do you rush o'er the heavenly dome; / Alone do you cast as you drift on your way / A dark, brooding shade on the jubilant day. A short while ago you lay cloaking the sky, / And great forks of lightning flared round you on high. / You...»
«Where fierce the surge with awful bellow / Doth ever lash the rocky wall; / And where the moon most brightly mellow / Dost beam when mists of evening fall; / Where midst his harem’s countless blisses / The Moslem spends his vital span, / A Sorceress there with gentle kisses / Present...»
«There, where seas are ever crashing, / On the shores of lonely cliffs, / And where the moon glows warmer, / Through sweet hours of twilight mist, / And, wherein the harem, revelling, / The Mussluman's days pass by, / An enchantress, with caresses, / Handed me a talisman. And, ca...»
«Where the sea forever dances / Over lonely cliff and dune, / Where sweet twilight's vapor glances / In a warmer-glowing moon, / Where with the seraglio's graces / Daylong toys the Mussulman, / An enchantress 'mid embraces / Handed me a talisman. 'Mid embraces I was bidden: / "Guard ...»