There 's evil in good and vice versa,
But people are neither that nor this.
They all are right, and even more so,
Not worth a curse, not worth a bliss.
There is no Sweden or Japan,
But only people are around
Who under pale and crippled Sun
Are crawling on the shaky ground.
И в зле добро, и в добром злоба,
Но нет ни добрых, нет ни злых,
И правы все, и правы оба, —
И правоту поет мой стих.
И нет ни шведа, ни японца.
Есть всюду только человек,
Который под недужьем солнца
Живёт свой жалкий полувек.
«Eyelashes, eyelashes / Bowing down. / With the shame of eyelashes / Eclipsed — suns in the arrows' crown! / How clear and how loud! / And his cloak was red / And white was his stallion. Embarrassed is the rider, / Proud is the stallion. / On the dead serpent / The whitest stalli...»
«O heaviness of success! / Slight of victory! / George, you cry, / Like a beautiful lady / You pale at the deed / Of your two / Suddenly alien to you / Hands. Horse is squeamish of the serpent, / You are squeamish of the voice / Of victory. Like heavy oil / The blood pours. / T...»
«Celestial glow / And blue versts! / Glory George / The Victorious! Pearly branches / Of midnight, proclaim / The clean youth / The marvelous man: His fiery mantle, / His spear's song / Glory the blood-boiling / Stallion. = = = O great masts / And each proud village! / Glor...»
«The feathers from the clouds nodding away... / How your arrogance to convey, / George! Creature of powers of heaven! How to convey enslaved fervor of a pupil, / And of a sober blown-up nostril, / At the full trot the curbed confusion. Before the beauty most filled with delight / How to c...»