Forget the nightingale in the fragrant flowers,
Only do not forget love’s morning...
And the bright-black breast of revivified earth
In the unrevived leaves!
Among the tatters of its snowy shirt
Only once did the earth desire too -
Only once was it intoxicated by fiery March,
Headier than wine!
Only once could we not tear our envious
Eyes from the moisture-swollen earth...
Only once we clasped cold hands and.
Shivering, left the garden hurriedly...
Only once... this time...
Позабудь соловья на душистых цветах,
Только утро любви не забудь!
Да ожившей земли в неоживших листах
Ярко-черную грудь!
Меж лохмотьев рубашки своей снеговой
Только раз и желала она, —
Только раз напоил ее март огневой,
Да пьянее вина!
Только раз оторвать от разбухшей земли
Не могли мы завистливых глаз,
Только раз мы холодные руки сплели
И, дрожа, поскорее из сада ушли…
Только раз… в этот раз…
«You will hear thunder and remember me, / And think: she wanted storms. The rim / Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, / And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire. That day in Moscow, it will all come true, / when, for the last time, I take my leave, / And hasten to the hei...»
«Decrepit, with no more teeth, / A scroll of years on her horns. / The rough herdsman has been beating her / On the fields she crossed. Her heart doesn’t fancy noise; / Mice are scratching in the corner. / She is thinking sad thoughts / About a white-legged calf. They never gave the m...»
«Now the golden leaves have started spinning / On the pinkish water of the pond, / Dainty flock of butterflies now thinning, / Heading for a star they will abscond. Love for evening’s now begun to smoulder, / Yellow valley’s hue to heart I’ve cleaved. / Nascent wind upon the birch’...»
«My love has changed. I know you feel / Upset about the situation: / The crescent's sweeper couldn't spill / The pools of lyrical creation. / / Upset, but taking in good part / The star that fell upon your brows, / You spilt you heart about the house / But there's no house in you...»