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.
«Evening hours at the desk, / The page irremediably white, / The mimosa’s scent is of Nice, warmth, / Over the moon some vast bird flies. And, twining my braids for night, / As if I must wear them tomorrow, / I look from the window at sand-dunes, sea, / Free of sorrow. How much power ...»
«Irreparably white the page. Long hours / Spent vainly at a desk. Of warmth and Nice / Smell the mimosa's tiny, yellow flowers. / Caught by the moon's white ray, a large bird flies. It's bedtime, and my long hair plaiting tightly — / As though it mattered!- out the window I, / No longer ...»
«My heart beats smoothly, steadily, / What are long years to me? / Under the Galernaya arch, / Our shadows, for eternity. Through half-closed eyelids, / I see, I see that you’re with me, / And forever held in your hand / Is my unopened fan. Because we stood together, / In that bless...»
«As a silver, delicate strand / Is woven in my dark tresses — / Only you, silent nightingale, / Can understand this torment. Your sensitive ear hears distance, / In the willow’s thin branches, / Ruffled, you gaze — without breathing — / If a strange song sounds. But a moment ag...»