Throughout blue nights
glisten mountains’ eyes,
eyes of death, eyes of fright,
by icy horror paralysed.
Charmed by some spell
till Dawn’s first beams,
in hazy menace they dream,
like all those ancient kings who fell.
But let the East begin to shine
and the fatal charms are broken.
High up and first in line
the eldest brother has awoken.
From the head of the next there rolls
a stream onto the heads of all the others,
till, glistening in crowns of gold,
all the family’s resurrected with the brothers!
Сквозь лазурный сумрак ночи
Альпы снежные глядят —
Помертвелые их очи
Льдистым ужасом разят —
Властью некой обаянны,
До восшествия Зари
Дремлют, грозны и туманны,
Словно падшие цари!..
Но Восток лишь заалеет,
Чарам гибельным конец —
Первый в небе просветлеет
Брата старшего венец.
И с главы большого брата
На меньших бежит струя,
И блестит в венцах из злата
Вся воскресшая Семья!..
«To N.G. Chulkova There are such days before the spring: / When meadows rest beneath the snow, / And dry and cheerful branches swing / When gentle warm winds blow. / You marvel at your body’s lightness / And do not recognize your home, / You sing again with new excitement / The song ...»
«The fifth of the year’s seasons / One can’t extol it enough. / Breathe before freedom ceases, / All because, it is — love. / High up, the sky elevates, / The contours of things are light, / And the body won’t celebrate / The anniversary of its plight.»
«I myself had all the say / In my dear friend’s destiny: / On Annunciation Day, / I released him pensively. / But the blue-grey dove decided / To soar back to me, / Now, with archangel’s robe alighted, / The room gleams brilliantly.»
«You dreamt of me, I knew, / And hence, I couldn’t sleep. / The lantern flickered blue / And there, my path ran steep. You saw tsarina’s garden / And palace, and approached / The fence’s old black pattern, / Next to the stony porch. You ran, not knowing the way, / And thought: ...»