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.
«Here Pushkin's endless exile has begun, / And Lermontov's exile turned out fatal, / The mountain grass has a smell so sweet and gentle, / And only once I managed to discern, / By the lake under the dense shade of a chinara, / In the early evening and ferocious trice / The glare of insati...»
«I like it that your heart aches not for me, / That not for you my heart is sweetly aching. / And that the slow planet underneath / Our feet shall never slip away while turning. / I like it that I can be unabashed And frivolous, and pay no mind to wording, / And not to drown in the waves o...»
«You — unforgettable — are so forgetful! / You look like a smile of yours when graced upon me. / Should I say more — more handsome than golden dawning! / Should I say more — unique in all creation! / By Love you’re held a prisoner of passion! / As fair as by Chellini sculptured...»
«Two suns cool down — God Almighty, put it to rest! — / One — in the skies, the other — inside my chest. Two of these suns have — can I forgive myself? — / Two of these suns have been driving me mad, insane. Both — cooling down now — no harm comes from this sunburst. / T...»