They’ve locked the door of my abode
With a key lost forever;
The Black Angel, my guardian,
Stands with a flaming sword,
But my anguish won’t see
The luster of the wreath and the purple of the throne,
And on my maidenly hand —
The useless ring of Solomon.
The rubies of deep pride
Won’t illumine my dark gloom...
I have accepted our ancient sign —
The holy name of Cherubina.
Замкнули дверь в мою обитель
Навек утерянным ключом;
И Черный Ангел, мой хранитель,
Стоит с пылающим мечом.
Но блеск венца и пурпур трона
Не увидать моей тоске,
И на девической руке —
Ненужный перстень Соломона.
Не осветят мой темный мрак
Великой гордости рубины…
Я приняла наш древний знак —
Святое имя Черубины.
«Insanity — and good reason, / Disgrace — and honor, / All, that brings on thoughtfulness, / Is spilling over — In me. — All the penal passions / Become as one! — / All images wage war inside / This hair of mine! The lover's whisper, all around / By rote I know, / Experi...»
«My ancestor was a rider, / A thief, man with violin. / Is this not why my taste wanders / And hair smells of wind? Does not he steal from a car, / Tan, apricots with my hand, / The author of my passionate fate, / Hook-nosed and curly-haired. Twirling between teeth a wild rose / He wo...»
«Sleep the rattles and dogs of neighbors — / Not one voice, not one car. / O lover, do not investigate / Why I am parting the bar. New moon to a midnight is going: / Hour of monks — and of sharp-eyed birds, / Hour of youths and conspirators, / Hour of lovers and murderers. Here eac...»
«There is no day's temptation / In a folio in which people die. / To woman — all of the planet, / To woman — Ars Amandi. Heart — of a lovers' potion / Heart — is more loyal than all. / Somebody's mortal sin is / Woman from the cradle. Ah, so far to the heaven! / Lips — ...»