And copper and worn my farthing
Is fit only for a beggar’s pouch.
This is not the good deed —
So, I’ll give my soul to him.
And if the soul is not coin,
But a golden star —
I’ll fling a sliver of light
There where the world has need.
А медный и стертый мой грошик
Нищему только в суму.
Не то, что поступок хороший, —
Так — душу отдам ему.
А если душа не монета,
А золотая звезда, —
Швырну я осколок света
Туда же, где в свете нужда.
«Celestial glow / And blue versts! / Glory George / The Victorious! Pearly branches / Of midnight, proclaim / The clean youth / The marvelous man: His fiery mantle, / His spear's song / Glory the blood-boiling / Stallion. = = = O great masts / And each proud village! / Glor...»
«The feathers from the clouds nodding away... / How your arrogance to convey, / George! Creature of powers of heaven! How to convey enslaved fervor of a pupil, / And of a sober blown-up nostril, / At the full trot the curbed confusion. Before the beauty most filled with delight / How to c...»
«From the archangel height of the seat / To do evangelic deeds. / River burns, dark for miles far hence. / O distance! Distance! Distance! In piercing straightness of the lashes of the eye / With a firestorm onto the birds to fly. / The hooves! The wings! Bound up tight! / O height! Heig...»
«And I need no girl. / By the cold of will, / By the trace of blue / I will alone go. Widowed and an orphan / You were till I conquered. / By the willing trace / Of rushing spring water. I'll wash away feats / From the glory, from pus. / In your glory I'll / Give drink to the hors...»