Should you deplore the loss of youthful days?
You haven’t changed, in all your splendour,
With time your charming grace
Has come to be more glamorous and tender.
Your friend does not appreciate
The art of love, mysterious and pleasing,
Her eyes are silent, lifeless and inanimate
Her kiss is shy , without feeling.
But you, great mistress of my love,
Will even breathe in passion
in a boulder,
and in the prime of your unfading life
the flame in living blood will never moulder.
Тебе ль оплакивать утрату юных дней?
Ты в красоте не изменилась
И для любви моей
От времени ещё прелестнее явилась.
Твой друг не дорожит неопытной красой,
Незрелой в таинствах любовного искусства.
Без жизни взор её стыдливый и немой,
И робкий поцалуй без чувства.
Но ты, владычица любви,
Ты страсть вдохнёшь и в мёртвый камень;
И в осень дней твоих не погасает пламень,
Текущий с жизнию в крови.
«9 A weak shaft of light through the blackness of hell is / your voice under the rumble of exploding shells in that thunder like a seraph he is announcing / in a toneless voice, from somewhere else, some ancient misty morning he inhabits, how he / loved us, who are blind and nameless who sh...»
«6 Thinking him human they / decided to kill him, and / now he’s dead. For ever. / — Weep. For the dead angel. At the day’s setting, he / sang the evening beauty. / Three waxen lights now / shudder superstitiously and lines of light, hot / strings across the snow come from him....»
«10 Look there he is, weary from foreign parts, / a leader without body-guard there — he is drinking a mountain stream from his hands / a prince without native land. He has everything in his holy princedom there / Army, bread and mother. Lovely is your inheritance. / Govern, friend with...»
«A kiss on the head — wipes away misery. / I kiss your head. A kiss on the eyes — takes away sleeplessness. / I kiss your eyes. A kiss on the lips — quenches the deepest thirst. / I kiss your lips. A kiss on the head—wipes away memory. / I kiss your head.»