Moon shadows — shadows of sorrow —
Stumble about as a quiet herd,
Wearing black, like grief, earth's cover,
Tramping a ghostly hidden path.
They lovingly and gently rocked many,
And sensitively gave reflections back.
Moon shadows, shadows of sorrow,
Endlessly repeating my silhouette.
Лунные тени — тени печали —
Бродят бесшумной стопой.
В чёрном как горе земли покрывале
Призрачной робкой тропой.
Многих любовно и нежно качали,
Чутко давали отсвет…
Лунные тени, тени печали,
Мой повторят силуэт!
«Passing me by, as you walk / To charms doubtful and not mine — / If you but knew how much fire, / How much life is wasted in vain, On the rustling, occasional shade / What a heroic flame — / And how enflamed my heart / This gunpowder wasted in vain! O the trains flying into the nig...»
«I will fight you away from every sky, from every land, / For the forest is my cradle, the forest is where I’ll end, / For I stand upon the ground with only one foot of two, / For I’ll sing a song that nobody else could sing for you. I will fight you away from every night, from every time...»
«My voice is dumb and all the words, / In vain. So now, go! / I won't be in the right before / Anyone, I know. Beautiful coward, in this battle / It's not for me to fall! / But, dear youth, I do not fight / For power in this world. And this the noble-minded verse / Never yourself den...»
«1. We're sharp and we are ready, / All the faster. / In each word, in each glance, in each gesture — / Two sisters. Unique and refined our taste is / And our words, / We from the old Damascus / Are two swords. Out, threshing-floor and bread's burden / And the ox! / We — are ...»