I am deprived of everything,
of health, of will, of air, of sleep.
A vengeful God has let me keep
just you — to keep me praying to Him.
Всё отнял у меня казнящий бог:
Здоровье, силу воли, воздух, сон,
Одну тебя при мне оставил он,
Чтоб я ему ещё молиться мог.
«The souls of those I love are on high stars. / How good that there is no-one left to lose / And one can weep. Tsarskoye Selo’s / Air was made to repeat songs. By the river bank the silver willow / Touches the bright September waters. / Rising from the past, my shadow / Comes silently ...»
«My friends, can you descry that mound of earth / Above clear waters in the shade of trees? / You can just hear the babbling spring against the bank; / You can just feel a breeze that's wafting in the leaves; / A wreath and lyre hang upon the boughs... / Alas, my friends! This m...»
«Driven by misfortune's whirlwind, / Having neither oar nor rudder, / By a storm my bark was driven / Out upon the boundless sea. / 'midst black clouds a small star sparkled; / "Don't conceal yourself!" I cried; / But it disappeared, unheeding; / And my anchor was lost, too. All was cl...»
«Reveal yourself, anonymous enchanter! / What heaven hastens you to me? / Why draw me to that promised land again / That I gave up so long ago? Was it not you who in my youth / Enchanted me with such sweet dreams, / Did you not whisper, long ago, / Dear hopes of a guests ethereal? Was i...»