Amidst the planets, in the heavens’ glimmer,
There’s just one Star whose name I’ll ever say.
It’s not because I am in love with Her,
But as, with other stars, I waste away.
And if I’m feeling painfully unsure,
I’ll come to Her alone to ease my plight.
It’s not because light emanates from Her,
But as, with Her, there is no need for light.
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.
«This cannot be, / This is a forgery... / The day was so drawn out and lived to its end, / Or not lived through but exhausted?.. / This cannot be... / From that very time there has been / Some kind of lump in my throat... / Nonsense... ...»
«If a tall story suddenly came to life, I / Would place a candle in the window. Come / In... We are not going to share, I / Want to give all happiness to you! You will come even to a voice of / Sadness, because you are bright and / Tender, because the lilac and the / Moon once promised y...»
«(Winter Train) In the white field was an ashy ball, the / Shadows there were tender and desired; / A ravishing dance merged and swirled / And laid smoke on their flounces. In a turbulent sequence, screening the / Distance from me, the dancers flew past, / And there was an age-old sadness...»
«You have come for me? I am ready. We have / Transgressed, so we shall answer for it. / To us — jail, but to them — flowers... / Sun, O people, to our children! In childhood the thread of life is thinner, / The days are shorter at this time... / Do not hasten to scold them, / But sp...»