The forest is misted in sparklings,
In the shadows faces are changing.
Into the skies’ blue hermitage
Chimings are departing to pray...
Chimings, take me! My heart
Is so weak and orphaned...
Dust from the day’s sparkling teases
With the possibility of peace...
What does it promise, this
Call? Or shall we too congeal
There, as pearls of islands
Congeal along blue lagoons?
В блестках туманится лес,
В тенях меняются лица,
В синюю пу́стынь небес
Звоны уходят молиться…
Звоны, возьмите меня!
Сердце так слабо и сиро,
Пыль от сверкания дня
Дразнит возможностью мира.
Что он сулит, этот зов?
Или и мы там застынем,
Как жемчуга островов
Стынут по заводям синим?..
«A white and lonely sail is flickering / Across the blue fog of the sea / What does he seek in far-off distance? / What did he leave in home country? The waves are playing — wind is whistling, / The mast of ship does bend and moan.. / Alas — happiness he's not seeking / Nor does fro...»
«So many stones have been thrown at me / That I don't fear them any longer / The trap an elegant tower has become, / Among tall towers, the taller. / I'm grateful to their builders — so be gone / Their sadness and their worry, go away, / Early from here I can see the dawn / And here...»
«Instead of wisdom — experience, bare, / That does not slake thirst, is not wet. / Youth's gone — like a Sunday prayer... / Is it mine to forget? On how many desert roads have searched I / With him who wasn't dear for me, / How many bows gave in church I / For him, who had well loved...»
«Ah! It is you again. You enter in this house / Not as a kid in love, but as a husband / Courageous, harsh and in control. / The calm before the storm is fearful to my soul. / You ask me what it is that I have done of late / With given unto me forever love and fate. / I have betrayed you...»