Everything has been checked. My inventory is ready.
O bell, strike for the last time.
For the last time sound the final departure.
Everything has been checked, nothing holds me here,
And voices call from the mists.
O, voices call in hope and freedom...
Everything has been checked. My bow to the past...
O bell, what an anxious sound,
What an anxious sound you send untiring...
Here soon will be the mountain pass,
Which my spirit has awaited with such rapture,
And sullenly the present passes by.
Всё пересмотрено. Готов мой инвентарь.
О, колокол, в последний раз ударь.
Последний раз звучи последнему уходу.
Всё пересмотрено, ничто не держит тут.
А из туманов голоса зовут.
О, голоса зовут в надежду и свободу.
Всё пересмотрено. Былому мой поклон…
О, колокол, какой тревожный звон,
Какой крылатый звон ты шлёшь неутомимо…
Вот скоро будет горный перевал,
Которого мой дух с таким восторгом ждал,
А настоящее идёт угрюмо мимо.
Я оставляю плату, труд и торг,
Я принимаю крылья и восторг,
Я говорю торжественно: «Во имя,
Во имя кре́стное, во имя кре́стных уз,
Во имя кре́стной муки, Иисус,
Я делаю все́ дни мои Твоими.»
«A shameless thing, of every vileness capable, / It is as drab as dust, as earthly dust. / I perish of a nearness inescapable; / Its fatal coils about my limbs are thrust. A shaggy poulp, embracing me, and pricking me, / And as a serpent cold against my heart, / Its branching scales are po...»
«Thou queen of all serenity, / Soul of my soul, most chaste, / I summon thee, divinity, / I summon thee, make haste! But to the tryst thy offering / Shall not be brought alone. / My guilt will come, my suffering, / My sin will lift its moan. Before thy heart insulted so, / In shame my...»
«He came to me — I don't know who he is. / He encircled me within a ring. / He said that I don't know who he is, / But he hid his face behind a cape. I begged him to tarry longer, / To step back, not touch me, and to wait. / If he only could but tarry longer / And not enclose me within...»
«Again he came, he looks at me with scorn / (I don't know who he is, just Someone in a cape) / And he laughs, "Oh, this is getting tiresome, / The circumstances cry to end it all. / I'm tired of watching you in wretched battle, / The minutes of my time have now been numbered. / Your circ...»