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.
«How mighty Time strives like a river, / Oh men, your deeds its current brings, / Negates and drowns in oblivion, / Outlasts all countries, realms and kings. / Remains are few, and if a lyre / Unbent sings "fame", or trumpet blasts / Infinity makes pride expire. / No swaying Fate, all w...»
«They gave themselves to sad monotonous / tasks, until their strength was spent. / Half-dead among them, only I / distracted their predicament. They looked at me and they forgot / their bubbling kettles boiling dry, / the boots of felt that scorched on stoves / — all listening to my po...»
«Those poems that I wrote and forgot / and burnt before I could forget them — / there are not enough hammers and chisels / to knock them down and beat them down. Those poems that I shouted out on the radio / and published in the newspaper: / better for me to have silenced them, so to spe...»
«Yes, I know, she's wonderful, / But even with heavenly beauty / Would she try in vain / To eclipse my golden crown. Many-columned and vast / My radiant temple stands; / There in the fragrance of idols / The incense of praise does not die down. There I am queen! I rule / The throng of...»