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.
«Step over, leap, run out, fly. / Steal over it, just move, be willing. / Like arrows — stream towards the sky. / Emblaze the haze, though you’re falling. Where could they be? Search 'round and sigh. / God knows on what you have been dwelling — / Hat... keys are lost or gone awry!»
«It is my last appeal to You — appear. / Let's share a feast of nightly inspiration! / Magnificent, o raise me up so near / To pinnacle where doom befell creation. Yield one last time! In life there is no course / Like farewells so holy, yet rough-watered. / As if my heart is a Lamb to ...»
«How mighty Time strives like a river, / Oh men, your deeds its current brings, / Negates and drowns in oblivion, / Outlasts all countries, realms and kings. / Remains are few, and if a lyre / Unbent sings "fame", or trumpet blasts / Infinity makes pride expire. / No swaying Fate, all w...»
«They gave themselves to sad monotonous / tasks, until their strength was spent. / Half-dead among them, only I / distracted their predicament. They looked at me and they forgot / their bubbling kettles boiling dry, / the boots of felt that scorched on stoves / — all listening to my po...»