Over the river the hazes that flow
'Neath the moon in the lonesome night,
They beset me with hate, and they bring me delight
For the stillness thereof and the woe.
Forgotten the beauty of day,
And thro' mist I stealthily pace,
A track scarce beheld, in my travail I trace
And I carry my lonely despair on my way.
Этот зыбкий туман над рекой
В одинокую ночь, при луне, —
Ненавистен он мне, и желанен он мне
Тишиною своей и тоской.
Я забыл про дневную красу,
И во мглу я тихонько вхожу,
Еле видимый след напряжённо слежу,
И печали мои одиноко несу.
«My damask dagger with a soul of steel, / I love you! Comrade chill and bright, / Forged by a brooding Georgian for revenge. / A free Circassian honed you for the fight. A lily-hand brought you to me in parting, / A keepsake of a time too brief / And then for once not blood flowed down you...»
«Here where barbarians knelt in Roman court / Stands the basilica: original / As joyous Adam, stretching nerves, the tall / Groined archway bunches muscle as for sport. But things outside betray the secret plan: / A pact of arch and buttress here forestalls / The heavy mass from flattening...»
«Distant, the stars indifferently glimmered, / illumining the winding of the Road. / Out past a turn there stood the Mount of Olives, / and at its foot the river Kedron flowed. The meadow broke off halfway from the end. / Reaching beyond, the Milky Way was there. / The silver-ashen olive t...»
«The distant stars were shining overhead. / Their light was cast upon the curving road. / The road was laid around Mount Olivet. / The Kedron brook was flowing down below. The meadow was cut off right in the middle / And there, the Milky Way came into sight. / The grayish olives in their s...»