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 you to me.
But... there are certain moments when
It is terrible and empty in one’s breast...
I am oppressed — and silent and bowed...
I wish to be alone... Go away!
Если б вдруг ожила небылица,
На окно я поставлю свечу,
Приходи… Мы не будем делиться,
Все отдать тебе счастье хочу!
Ты придешь и на голос печали
Потому что светла и нежна,
Потому что тебя обещали
Мне когда-то сирень и луна.
Но… бывают такие минуты,
Когда страшно и пусто в груди…
Я тяжел — и, немой и согнутый…
Я хочу быть один… уходи!
«Since that time when the highest court / Had given me the prophet's vision, / In eyes of men I always caught / The images of sin and treason. Then I began to promulgate / The clear love's and truth's commandment: / At me all humans threw for that / Hard sticks and stones, like the madme...»
«E’er since eternal judge gave me / A prophet’s proud omniscient manner, / In people’s eyes I’m wont to see / The wicked sway of vice’s banner. When I began to tell of love / And truth in all its purest teaching: / My fellows in a pressing shove / Stoned me, in spite of all bes...»
«A floweret, withered, odorless / In a book forgot I find; / And already strange reflection / Cometh into my mind. Bloomed, where? when? In what spring? / And how long ago? And plucked by whom? / Was it by a strange hand? Was it by a dear hand? / And wherefore left thus here? Was it in ...»
«If by life you were deceived, / Don't be dismal, don't be wild! / In the day of grief, be mild / Merry days will come, believe. Heart is living in tomorrow; / Present is dejected here; / In a moment, passes sorrow; / That which passes will be dear.»