Either meadows, pray tell, or clouds, or water
Bewitched by the yellow moon:
A silvery expanse, a silvery distance
Above me, before me, behind me…
Not regretting anything… wishing nothing…
Only that the sorceress’ mask would gleam
And that its tale would unravel
Into the silvery distance, the silvery expanse.
То луга ли, скажи, облака ли, вода ль
Околдована жёлтой луною:
Серебристая гладь, серебристая даль
Надо мной, предо мною, за мною…
Ни о чём не жалеть… Ничего не желать…
Только б маска колдуньи светилась
Да клубком её сказка катилась
В серебристую даль, на сребристую гладь.
«The dried flower, now bereft of scent, / I found forgotten in a book; / And straight away my heart / Was flooded with strange musings. / Where had it bloomed, / When? Which springtime gave it birth? / Did it bloom long? By whose hand / Was it gathered? Why placed just here? / Rememb...»
«I loved him / With fire hotter than the noonday sun; / I loved him as I could no other, / Never, never! Only with him / Did I live in this world; / I gave him my soul, / I gave him my life! What means the night, the moon, / When I am waiting for my love! / Cold, drained of all feel...»
«Sleep has not touched my eyes / When the first gleam of daylight / Steals through the window-pane... Fighting with dismal night-time thoughts / My troubled mind tosses and turns, / My heart is tormented. My heart is tormented... Peace be with you, / My heart, full of anguish! / Peace ...»
«Midnight phantoms hover / Glittering bright with sparks in the darkness. / But my eyes cannot make out / How many of them, on their ominous wings. Midnight phantoms groan / Like a sick man in exhausted sleep, / They rise to the surface, and groan and sink again –— / But what are the...»