My soul is borne out on the wind.
Through the opaqueness of her earthly case she glitters like a sword.
She is free; she rides her body as the whirlwind the storm.
She is free from the death of the flesh.
Her passage is brief as the lightning,
As the flash of the outgoing sea-gull,
Or the slipping frigate!
She is the juggler who raises the dead,
With whom the spirits speak.
The soul is beautiful! Proud in her beauty she laughs at life
And drinks deep of the day.
And she casts herself on the wing of the wind,
Breasting the uppermost height.
Душа откуда-то приносится Ветрами,
Чтоб жить, светясь в земных телах.
Она, свободная, как вихрь владеет нами,
В обманно-смертных наших снах.
Она как молния, она как буревестник,
Как ускользающий фрегат,
Как воскрешающий — отшедших в смерть — кудесник,
С которым духи говорят.
Душа — красивая, она смеётся с нами,
Она поёт на тёмном дне.
И как приносится, уносится с Ветрами,
Чтоб жить в безмерной вышине.
«The street I walked was unfamiliar, / Suddenly I heard crows caw, / And a lute clink, and distant thunder, — / In front of me a tram flew. How I leaped up on its rail / Puzzled me a great deal, / For in the air, its fiery trail / Persisted through the light of day. It tore off like a...»
«A strange street, then crows / croaking, then the sound of a lute / and thunder crawling slow / from a distance — then a tram at my feet And I leaped, somehow, and the railing / held, and I stood, dazed, / stupidly watching a trail / of fire streaking like sunrays. Rushing like a sto...»
«I was walking down an unfamiliar street, / and suddenly I heard the caws of crows, / and distant thunder, and a ringing lute: / a tram flew by, before my eyes. Just how I ran onto its running board / remains a mystery. / The tail it trailed, even in daylight, / was firebird-fiery. It r...»
«While walking down a strange street / I suddenly heard the cawing of crows, / Distant thunder, and the tones of a lute — / Here came a streetcar flying past. How I managed to leap to its step / Is beyond me — even in the bright / Daylight it spewed behind itself / In the atmosphere ...»