Amid the worlds, in twinkling of the stars
There’s the One, whose name I always utter…
‘Tis not because I love Her with my heart,
But rather because languish I with others.
And if my doubt is hard in all its might,
‘Tis She alone, whom always I inquire,
‘Tis not because She gives abundant light,
But rather because with Her no light is required.
Среди миров, в мерцании светил
Одной Звезды я повторяю имя…
Не потому, чтоб я Её любил,
А потому, что я томлюсь с другими.
И если мне сомненье тяжело,
Я у Неё одной ищу ответа,
Не потому, что от Неё светло,
А потому, что с Ней не надо света.
«The feather grazed the carriage roof. / I looked into his eyes. / The heart was aching, yet aloof / As to the reason why. The windless sky had the evening wedged, / Grief fettered it to the brink, / The Bois de Boulogne resembled a sketch / In an album, in India ink. The smells of petr...»
«With sadness words cannot describe, / Out in the garden, music played. / The frozen oysters on the plate / Smelled pungently of sea and brine. He gently touched my evening dress / And said: “I am a loyal friend!” — / And yet, the contact of his hand / Felt nothing like a true care...»
«We are all heavy-drinkers and whores, / What a joyless, miserable crowd! / There are flowers and birds on the walls, / And the birds all grieve for a cloud. You are smoking your old black pipe, / And the smoke looks strange over it. / The skirt that I’m wearing feels tight, / But I ho...»
«After the wind and the frost in the yard, / It was nice to have the fire warm me. / But I’ve failed to watch my heart / And here it was taken from me. The lavish New Year’s party won’t adjourn, / Moist stems of roses catch the eyes, / But, in my chest, one can no more discern / Th...»