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.
«I mouthed to the rain to drizzle. / The dust had wrapped itself up. / I tied on my feet grass sandals, / And hooked on a walking crutch. And along this stretch of road / I rolled off into the distance, / Crossing my stick-like legs, / Having rescued my sadness.»
«I fell in love with you on amber day, / When new-born laziness was bleeding / In radiant gleam of azure ray / From every grateful branch proceeding. Your trunk grew white, as white as drunken daze / Of lake-land waters foaming. / And jolly Lel, with mocking plays, / Yo...»
«First to sharpen the ax-flint they bent, / On the green they had gathered, unpent, / They had gathered beneath the green tent. / There where whitens a pale tree-trunk, naked, / There where whitens a pale linden trunk. / By the linden tree, by the young linden, / By the linden tree, by th...»
«Upon an amber day I loved you first, / When, summoned by the radiant azure, / From every grateful twig there burst / Sweet indolence in dripping measure. Your whitely shining body gleamed as white / As heady foam on lakes unfolding, / Gay laughing Lei drew ou...»