Cast prostrate, in mourning,
Wingless, self-scorning,
Grief in a gust
Flings us, dust upon dust.
We desire not, we dare not,
We believe not, we care not,
No wisdom has worth.
God, do thou dower us,
Kindle, empower us,
Give of thy mirth.
From the languor that clings
Give us wings! Give us wings!
Wings of thy Spirit.
Ниц простертые, унылые,
Безнадежные, бескрылые,
В покаянии, в слезах,—
Мы лежим во прахе прах,
Мы не смеем, не желаем,
И не верим, и не знаем,
И не любим ничего.
Боже, дай нам избавленья,
Дай свободы и стремленья,
Дай веселья Твоего.
О, спаси нас от бессилья,
Дай нам крылья, дай нам крылья,
Крылья духа Твоего!
«She is unusual all the way! Beyond power! / He forgot! Do not accuse me so far! / You're blessed by God! To say he did will — / You're blessed by God! And beyond, so level A satin stitch... Stand: wives between / You're blessed by God... And beyond ringing / So jubilant... little child,...»
«Your stripe will be harvested / By which person's arms? / O the black magician you! / My black-plaited one! Your tumultuous century, / And your midnight days... / All your little workers are / At once born away. Where are your campaigner friends, / Your comrades in arms? / O the b...»
«S E Brothers! In the last hour / Of year — after our / Russian land, living in us! / Exactly twelve times / Mug to mug! After the rabble of honor, / After Taman, after Kuban, / After our Russian Don, / Jordan of old faith... Once more, / Mug to mug! Comrades! / Alive still i...»
«When horses die, they breathe / When grasses die, they wither, / When suns die, they go out, / When people die, they sing songs.»