No more Europe, no more America.
The end of Tsarskoye, of Moscow, too.
A fit of nuclear hysteria –
life atomized into a radiant blue.
Transparent, all-forgiving haze will stretch
over the seas. And he who could have done
something yet chose not to, will be left
in the expanse of pre-eternity, alone.
Не станет ни Европы, ни Америки,
Ни Царскосельских парков, ни Москвы —
Припадок атомической истерики
Всё распылит в сияньи синевы.
Потом над морем ласково протянется
Прозрачный, всепрощающий дымок…
И Тот, кто мог помочь и не помог,
В предвечном одиночестве останется.
«My former wound is quietened — / The drunk delirium is not eating my heart. / With the blue flowers of Tegeran / I'm healing them in the chaihana. The chaihana man himself with round shoulders, / To glorify his chaihana for Russians, / Is treating me to red tea / Instead of strong vod...»
«I asked the money changer today, / Who gives a half fog for a ruble, / How should I say to the beautiful Lala / The tender Persian 'I love you'? I asked the money changer today / How lighter than wind, quieter than the joyous stream, / Should I say to the beautiful Lala / The tender wor...»
«Shagane, you are my Shagane! / Maybe because I'm from the North, / I'm ready to tell you everything, / About the waving rye under the moon, / My Shagane, Shagane. Maybe because I'm from the North, / That the moon is a hundred times bigger there, / No matter how she could be beautiful, /...»
«You said that Sa'adi / Kissed only on the breasts. / Wait for God sake, / I'll learn one day! You sang 'Behind the Yefrat / The roses are better than mortal girls'. / If I were rich, / I would make another tune. I'd cut these roses, / For there is only one joy for me — / That the...»