One person said: «One life is not enough»
Another said, «The goal we can't handle»
A woman, habitually and dull,
Not listening, has rocked the cradle.
The fading ropes creaked so much,
Fell into silence — more gently every time! —
As if the angels sang for her from heaven
And talked about love.
Один сказал: «Нам этой жизни мало»,
Другой сказал: «Недостижима цель»,
А женщина привычно и устало,
Не слушая, качала колыбель.
И стертые веревки так скрипели,
Так умолкали — каждый раз нежнее! —
Как будто ангелы ей с неба пели
И о любви беседовали с ней.
«Today I can tell that your gaze is especially sad / And your arms are especially thin as they clasp round your knee. / Listen, I’ll tell you how far, far away, on the shores of Lake Chad, / An exquisite giraffe wanders free. He has been created so languid and graceful and slim / With dapp...»
«Today I see your gaze is especially sad, / And your hands embracing your knees, especially thin. / Listen: far, far away on Lake Chad* / A slender giraffe is grazing. Bestowed with the luxury of harmonious grace, / Its skin is decorated in patterns, so magical / That only the shadow patte...»
«Today, I see your glance is especially sad, / Your hands – especially thin, holding your knees. / Listen: far, far away, on Lake Chad, / Roams an exquisite giraffe. A slender, blissful grace is given him, / A magical design adorns his hide, / Which only the moon dares to rival, / Shat...»
«Today, I see, you look especially sad, / your arms embracing your knees and especially thin. / Listen: far, far away round Lake Chad / wanders an elegant giraffe. / He is graceful, shapely and languid, / divine gifts — a magical pattern for his skin / that only the moon dares to compet...»