Through love, through loves, as legends state it
Two kindred souls seek fusion true
Forever more to be related;
Ideal communion –destined, fated.
But fate locks them in combat too.
And in this combat one soul’s fires
Always burns with love more pure.
It suffers more, to more aspires,
But in the end that soul expires,
That’s its fate, predestined, sure.
Любовь, любовь – гласит преданье –
Союз души с душой родной –
Их съединенье, сочетанье,
И роковое их слиянье,
И... поединок роковой...
И чем одно из них нежнее
В борьбе неравной двух сердец,
Тем неизбежней и вернее,
Любя, страдая, грустно млея,
Оно изноет наконец...
«I want to live; I crave for sadness — / Against my bliss and love, in truth; / They sank my mind in idle gladness / And made my brow very smooth. It's time for high life's derogation / To blow away the hazy peace; / What is bard's life, void of desolation? / And what are void of tempe...»
«The blackened skies have reached the garden walk; / Yet my poor heart tonight cannot be not the restless… / The lights that have been failed, the lost of sounds talk, / Are they the remnants of the dream in sadness? Oh, how sad it was, the satin of her dress, / Her breast was very white, ...»
«They faded, the last bands of reddish, / Like whispers of prayers in night, / O tale, such seductive and maddish, / What else do you want of this heart? Are not, beyond measure and count, / So hard in the snows my ways? / Aren’t gray empty spaces around? / Isn’t husky the ring of t...»
«How dark and heavy’s the delirium’s embrace! / How they’re turbid under moon — the heights! / To have touched Violin for so many years / And not distinguish those Strings in light! Who craves for us? Who, insolent, has set / In flames two faces, yellow and vexed, / And sudden...»