Our street is covered in snow; over the
Snow runs the lilac dusk. Passing by, it
Merely glanced in the window and I knew I
Had loved it for a long time. I implored
The lilac dusk: “Visit me a while, stay
With me in my nook, do not dispel my
Old, old grief, share your own with me,
My longed-for one!” But only from afar
I heard its reply: “If you love me, then
Seek out my tracks yourself; my flight
Ended, I will stay a brief hour where the
Thin ice over the whirlpool shows blue
And no one has seen us by the stove...
Only those are mine who are free and daring!”
Наша улица снегами залегла,
По снегам бежит сиреневая мгла.
Мимоходом только глянула в окно,
И я понял, что люблю её давно.
Я молил её, сиреневую мглу:
«Погости-побудь со мной в моём углу,
Не мою тоску ты давнюю развей,
Поделись со мной, желанная, своей!»
Но лишь издали услышал я в ответ:
«Если любишь, так и сам отыщешь след.
Где над омутом синеет тонкий лёд,
Там часочек погощу я, кончив лёт,
А у печки-то никто нас не видал…
Только те мои, кто волен да удал».
«I was sleeping on a high hill, / nightingale, I heard you calling, / my soul itself could hear it, / in the very depths of sleep: / now sounding, now re-sounding, / now sorrowing, now laughing, / floating, from the distance, to my ear: / while I lay there with Callisto, / songs, sigh...»
«I have built a monument, marvellous, eternal, / higher than the Pyramids, harder than metal, / fierce gales and thunder will not shatter it, / nor will the flight of time erode it. So — not all of me will die; the finer part / will cheat death, free from all decay, / my fame will grow, ...»
«You stood there / in silence, / your sad gaze / full of feeling. / It brought to mind / the past I loved... / your last gaze / on earth for me. You vanished, / silent angel: / your grave, / celestial peace! / All earth’s memories / are there, / all the thoughts / of he...»
«O memory of the heart! You are stronger / than the sad memories of reason. / And often from a far-off country, / you bewitch me with your sweetness. / I remember the loved voice sounding. / I remember the eyes of azure. / I remember the careless / curling strands of golden hair. / My...»