To awake when dawn is breaking,
Just because joy stops me sleeping,
And to look out through the port-hole
Where the green waves beat outside,
Or on deck with the rain falling
To sit wrapped with furs around me,
Listen to the engine throbbing,
And to have thoughts at all,
But expecting soon to meet him.
Him who is the star that guides me,
With the wind and salt spray blowing
To grow younger every hour.
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Оттого, что радость душит,
И глядеть в окно каюты
На зеленую волну,
Иль на палубе в ненастье,
В мех закутавшись пушистый,
Слушать, как стучит машина,
И не думать ни о чем,
Но, предчувствуя свиданье
С тем, кто стал моей звездою,
От соленых брызг и ветра
С каждым часом молодеть.
«Sleep has not touched my eyes / When the first gleam of daylight / Steals through the window-pane... Fighting with dismal night-time thoughts / My troubled mind tosses and turns, / My heart is tormented. My heart is tormented... Peace be with you, / My heart, full of anguish! / Peace ...»
«Midnight phantoms hover / Glittering bright with sparks in the darkness. / But my eyes cannot make out / How many of them, on their ominous wings. Midnight phantoms groan / Like a sick man in exhausted sleep, / They rise to the surface, and groan and sink again –— / But what are the...»
«A golden cloud spent the night / Resting on the breast of the giant crag; / Come the morning, it darted away, / Airily playing in the breeze. But it left behind a patch of moisture / In a crevice of the ancient rock. / Alone it stands, the mighty crag, as deep in thought, / It quietly ...»
«How all the blood in my breast / Flooded into my heart, / When the gaze from your eyes / Fastened itself upon me! For long I could not understand / Its silent language... / I sought its meaning / With fear and anguish... Suddenly all doubts vanished / And my fear forever stilled... /...»