Snow is still white in the fields
but spring is in the water's voice.
Running, the waters wake the sleepy banks.
They run, they glisten, they rejoice.
«Spring is coming, spring is coming!»
in every direction they shout.
«We're the young spring's runners,
with the news she has sent us out!»
Spring is coming, spring is coming!
In a bright, rosy round-dance plays
a frolicking, happy bustle
of May's warm, quiet days.
Еще в полях белеет снег,
А воды уж весной шумят —
Бегут и будят сонный брег,
Бегут и блещут и гласят —
Они гласят во все концы:
«Весна идет, весна идет!
Мы молодой весны гонцы,
Она нас выслала вперед».
Весна идет, весна идет!
И тихих, теплых майских дней
Румяный, светлый хоровод
Толпится весело за ней!
«Fall of early twilight; flutes are playing, restive; evening ride proceeding. / On the finest horse, in a caftan blue and festive, emperor is leading. / Horse is color snow-white, hair is color raven, scarlet ammunition. / Eyes are color amber; wings are spread in mission — battle premoni...»
«Darkness is hovering everywhere, / Still as the depths of the sea... / Woman, Your Majesty, I won’t dare — / You, at your will, came to me?? Why, I have dim electricity, / Taps are all rusty and rough, / Woman, Your Majesty, can it be — / You were courageous enough? Oh, you arriv...»
«To worship someone is my aspiration. / Imagine, just a simple ant of mine / Felt suddenly like kneeling in prostration, / Believing in his touch with the divine. The ant then was bereft of peace and calmness, / So everyday was everything he saw / That lastly, in his image, in his likeness...»
«While the Earth is still spinning, / While light still has not turned black, / God, may you give to everyone / Whatever they may lack: / A head to the man of wisdom, / A horse to the cowardly, / Money to him who’s happy... / And don’t forget about me. While the Earth is still spin...»