The green candles are melting.
The censer glimmers dimly, up to
The very shoulders something
Has just sunk into the earth.
At gravestones someone’s lips
Are soundlessly praying for breath.
Somebody leaning “from the cross”
Gives them yellow water to drink...
“Will it be soon?” — Patience; yes,
Soon... One’s ears are filled with
A ringing, and the corridor’s blackness
Is ever more unresponsive and thick...
No, I don’t want to, I don’t want to!
What! Neither people nor way?
A breath puts out the candle...
Quiet... You must creep...
Тают зеленые свечи,
Тускло мерцает кадило,
Что-то по самые плечи
В землю сейчас уходило,
Чьи-то беззвучно уста
Молят дыханья у плит,
Кто-то, нагнувшись, «с креста»
Желтой водой их поит…
«Скоро ль?» — Терпение, скоро…
Звоном наполнились уши,
А чернота коридора
Всё безответней и глуше…
Нет, не хочу, не хочу!
Как? Ни людей, ни пути?
Гасит дыханье свечу?
Тише… Ты должен ползти…
«Friend beloved, dost thou see not / That whate'er our gaze embraces, / Is but a reflex, but a shadow / Of the things the eye ne'er traces? Friend beloved, dost thou hear not / That the roar of earthly surging / Is naught but a distorted echo / Of harmonies in triumph merging? Friend be...»
«O mistress earth! Before thee have I knelt, / And through the fragrances that thee begird, / The glowing of a kindred heart I felt, / The throbbing of a living world I heard. / In noon-tide beams with such enraptured blaze / The bounty of the radiant skies was sent, / With whose still lu...»
«Amid the morning hazes, wavering of pace, / I journeyed to a secret, wonder-laden shore; / The daybreak strove to quench the straggling starry trace; / Dreams still were on the wing, and held in their embrace, / My spirit sought unfathomed godheads to adore. Upon a lonely journey in a chill...»
«The court of my empress is lofty of height, / With seven golden pillars around. / The crown of my empress is sevenfold bedight, / With jewels unnumbered 'tis bound. And in the green garden, my empress' own, / The roses and lilies bloom fair; / In the waves of a silvery streamlet is thrown...»