The world is splattered by sunlight,
Sparkling with festive luster.
Leaving
the morning darkness
behind,
People stand blinded,
And blink, adjusting.
Any move now is an effort —
don’t try!
The city has halted,
by brightness smitten
At the front doors, half-awake
it lies
Squinting at light
like a coddled kitten.
Солнцем обрызган целый мир,
Празднично блещет улица.
После
утренней тьмы
квартир
Люди стоят
и щурятся.
Сдвинься, попробуй, —
не хватит сил,
И у подъездов,
спросонок,
Город большой на мгновенье
застыл,
Зажмурившись,
как котенок.
«The evening light of the saffron land, / Quietly are the roses running along the fields. / Sing a song to me dear, / The one that Khayyam sang to you. / Quietly are the roses running along the fields. With the moonlight is Shiraz alighted, / The fly hive of stars is dancing. / I don't l...»
«The air is translucent and blue, / I'll go out in the flowery thickets, / The traveler leaving for the azure, / He won't reach the desert. / The air is translucent and blue. You'll go through the meadow, like the garden, / The garden in wild bloom, / Your glance can't help, / Bending ...»
«The dried flower, now bereft of scent, / I found forgotten in a book; / And straight away my heart / Was flooded with strange musings. / Where had it bloomed, / When? Which springtime gave it birth? / Did it bloom long? By whose hand / Was it gathered? Why placed just here? / Rememb...»
«I loved him / With fire hotter than the noonday sun; / I loved him as I could no other, / Never, never! Only with him / Did I live in this world; / I gave him my soul, / I gave him my life! What means the night, the moon, / When I am waiting for my love! / Cold, drained of all feel...»