With this inhuman fate
How can one argue? How can one fight?
This is mirage, illusion.
Still this blue evening yet
Is my domain, possession.
And the sky is red between the trees
While it is pearly on the sides…
In lilacs the nightingale still whistles.
The ant crawls in grass between the thistles –
And someone needs it otherwise.
Someone might even think it’s fair
That I can still breathe in this air
That my old-fashioned coat
Is soaked in sunset on the right
And drowned in stars on the left side.
С бесчеловечною судьбой
Какой же спор? Какой же бой?
Все это наважденье.
…Но этот вечер голубой
Еще мое владенье.
И небо. Красно меж ветвей,
А по краям жемчужно…
Свистит в сирени соловей,
Ползет по травке муравей —
Кому-то это нужно.
Пожалуй, нужно даже то,
Что я вдыхаю воздух,
Что старое мое пальто
Закатом слева залито,
А справа тонет в звездах.
«I hate to submit to the people’s desire. / Who likes a yoke of a slave? / Trough whole our life we’re in permanent trial, / After — we lay in a grave. I can’t submit to the Heavenly Low / If Lord are my love and my light. / He gave me the ways on the earth, I’ve to go, / How I...»
«I look at a sea — the greedy one and fervent, / Chained to the earth, on the depleted shore... / Stand by a gulf — over the endless heavens, / And could not fly to azure, as before. I didn’t decide to join or slaves, or rebels, / Have no a courage nor to live, nor — die... / I f...»
«He took pine of the earthly road — / First and unique one since; / Washed legs of them whoever roam — / The Servant and the Prince. He cried with us — The legal Master / Of earth and sea, we view... / A king, a teacher, and a brother — / And he’s a Jew.»
«Like winds of seas, you toss the shutters, / Like winds of deserts, you sing: "Behold! / You're mine for ever! I'm ancient Clutter, / Your old, good fellow, — unlock your hold!" I dare not open, I hold the shutters, / I hold the shutters and hide my fright. / I keep and cherish, I kee...»