While the dolphin and the sea-horse
Played silly games together,
The ocean beat against the cliffs
And washed the cliffs with its water.
The scary water moaned and cried.
The stars shone. Years went by.
Then the horrid hour came:
I am no more, and so are you,
The sea is gone, the cliffs, the mountains,
And the stars gone, too;
Only the choir sounds out of the dead void.
And for simplicity’s sake, our wrathful God
Sprung up and blew away the dust of centuries,
And now, freed from the shackles of time
He flies alone, his own and only dearest friend.
Cold everywhere, and darkness blind.
Когда дельфин с морским конём
игру затеяли вдвоём,
о скалы бил морской прибой
и скалы мыл морской водой.
Ревела страшная вода.
Светили звёзды. Шли года.
И вот настал ужасный час:
меня уж нет, и нету вас,
и моря нет, и скал, и гор,
и звёзд уж нет; один лишь хор
звучит из мёртвой пустоты.
И грозный Бог для простоты
вскочил и сдунул пыль веков,
и вот, без времени оков,
летит один себе сам друг.
И хлад кругом и мрак вокруг.
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