A sweet-voiced bird's been caught.
They squeeze it in a vice-like grip.
The poor thing squeaks and warbles not
But they insist: «O, birdie, sing!»
Поймали птичку голосисту
И ну сжимать ее рукой.
Пищит бедняжка вместо свисту,
А ей твердят: «Пой, птичка, пой!»
«There's Prince Diego, falling in a love, / He dozed and he laid his head midst table's stuff, / He lost his goblet, cast from silver's milk, / And freed his jacket of a crimson silk. And he is seeing the transparent stream, / And on the stream — the boat white as steam, / In which the ...»
«Here I'm alone in evening hour calm, / I'll only think of you, I feel no qualm. I'll take up book but what I'll read is "she", / And soul again is drunk, distraught with thee. I'll throw myself on old and creaky bed, / The pillow burns... No, I won't sleep, I'll tread. I'll walk to window, ...»
«All of us — righteous and sinners, / Born in prison, raised at the altar, / All of us are funny actors / In the theater of the Creator. The Lord sits on His throne, / Merrily follows the show. / Brightly on His sumptuous gown / Sparkles and golden stars glow. Oh, how easy and pleasan...»
«All deserts are one tribe, from the beginning / of time, but Arabia, Syria, Gobi — / they're only ripples of the vast Sahara / wave that roared its satanic spite. The Red Sea heaves, and the Persian Gulf, / and Pamir stands thick with snow, / but Sahara's sand-floods / run straight to...»