Theyre «red» today, and theyre «white» tomorrow —
Ah, no tapestry! No flowers, this!
Tiresome to me to the point of nausea,
Small people hideous and turned to beasts.
Lowly today and tomorrow lowly,
Today the thieves and tomorrow too.
Vile scoundrels now and vile scoundrels formerly,
Will provoke any revolt for you.
Ideas foolish, dreams, all in vanity,
That in their theory is way to god.
They all are colorless in their entity —
Today theyre «white» and tomorrow «red»!
Сегодня «красные», а завтра «белые» —
Ах, не материи! ах, не цветы!
Людишки гнусные и озверелые,
Мне надоевшие до тошноты.
Сегодня пошлые и завтра пошлые,
Сегодня жулики и завтра те ж,
Они, бывалые, пройдохи дошлые,
Вам спровоцируют любой мятеж.
Идеи вздорные, мечты напрасные,
Что в «их» теориях — путь к Божеству?
Сегодня «белые», а завтра «красные» —
Они бесцветные по существу.
«Where sea waves crash against / The barren cliffs with all their might, / Where the glowing moon enchants / In the twilight of the night, / Where, in a harem, a Muslim, daily / Spends his time without a care, / The sorceress, caressing, gave me / A sacred talisman to wear. And then, e...»
«A withered flower lies forgotten / Inside a book, before my eyes: / My soul awakes, all of the sudden, / And I begin to fantasize: Where did it grow? Among which plants? / How long ago? And picked by whom, / By foreign or familiar hands? / Did it already start to bloom? Placed here in ...»
«I loved you: and perhaps this flame / Has not gone out completely in my soul; / No longer shall it ever cause you pain; / I do not want to sadden you at all. / I loved you frantically, without reserve, / At times too jealous, and at times too shy, / I pray to God you get what you deserve...»
«Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder! / But you, my friend, are still in slumber — / Wake up, my beauty, time belies: / You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden / Toward the northerly Aurora, / As though a northern star arise! Recall last night, the snow was whirling, / Across the skyl...»