Speak to no one. Do not drink wine.
Leave home behind. Leave brother, wife.
From people depart. Your soul must come
To feel — the past is forever gone.
What's past one must unlove. Then time
Will come to lose love for the wild,
Indifferent ever more: the day after,
From week to week, year in and year out.
And gradually your hopes expire.
Darkness swallows all. A new life
You will find then, clear and reborn:
The wooden cross, the crown of thorns.
Ни с кем не говори. Не пей вина.
Оставь свой дом. Оставь жену и брата.
Оставь людей. Твоя душа должна
Почувствовать — к былому нет возврата.
Былое надо разлюбить. Потом
Настанет время разлюбить природу,
И быть всё безразличней, — день за днём,
Неделю за неделей, год от году.
И медленно умрут твои мечты.
И будет тьма кругом. И в жизни новой
Отчётливо тогда увидишь ты
Крест деревянный и венок терновый.
«— Stonehewer, stonehewer, whitely arrayed, / What art thou building? For whom? / — Ho, do not baulk us intent on our trade, — / From our building a prison will loom. — Stonehewer, stonehewer, trowel in hand, / Who then will sob in these walls? / — Not you, nor your brother, rich...»
«Night hastens and seizes / Clear gleams in the east. / From her raiment light breezes / Over fields are released. Long and sultry the day was, / Night sings as she goes / A lullaby ditty / And calls to repose. Her dark gaze is mournful, / On her way naught is met... / O my heart, s...»
«How agleam, how garnished the spring! / Turn your eyes in the old way upon me: / Say, wherefore this sorrowing? / Why lavish this tenderness on me? You are mute, as a blossom so frail, / Say naught! — No confession is needed: / The flight of your love I have heeded, — / Lone again i...»
«My window is high o'er the earthly spaces, / O'er the earthly spaces; / I behold but the sky with evening's red traces, / With evening's red traces. And the gaze of the sky is so faded and dreary, / So faded and dreary; / No pity it has for the heart that is weary, / For my heart that i...»