This old man, which is always flying,
Always comes and leaves,
Everywhere lives — both here and there,
With him walking a days and centuries,
And he eats up mountains, drain river,
And gives new life to the worlds,
This old man for mortal evil burden,
To him everyone wants to get, but every afraid of him,
And he winged, light, that is a time,
And let it be in friendship with you
Always unchanged bail,
And when it will run a foolish light,
Let on the sacred altar of friendship
It will bring love and happiness
Сей старец, что всегда летает,
Всегда приходит, отъезжает,
Везде живет — и здесь и там,
С собою водит дни и веки,
Съедает горы, сушит реки
И нову жизнь дает мирам,
Сей старец, смертных злое бремя,
Желанный всеми, страшный всем,
Крылатый, легкий, словом — время,
Да будет в дружестве твоем
Всегда порукой неизменной
И, пробегая глупый свет,
На дружбы жертвенник священный
Любовь и счастье занесет!
«With an undivined harrowing the date / Has arrived in time today; with a / Rush the rain beats on the window / Panes, the wind tries the door hook. It is as if everything in the house / Were extinct... My fire is yellow / And black; somewhere a horse is treading / Heavily with a rustlin...»
«Finely, finely, as though from a / Sieve, the fog rains into the tarantass. / The pale day rises angrily, unable / To shake off its dizziness. My long road is empty and flat... / Only at the black villages, endless / And ever more melancholy, like / Slanting rain, is there a wattle fenc...»
«My heart is at home. My heart is glad. But what makes it glad? / The shadow of the house? The garden’s shadow? I don’t understand. The garden is old, all the aspens-it’s terrible how lank they are! / The house is in ruin... What a lot of slime there is in the ponds! What a lot of losses!...»
«I do not fear life. With its inspiriting clamor / It makes our thoughts glow, makes them shine. / Care, and not thought, grows in unpeopled gloom, / And flowers are cold at night in their crystal / Vase. But in my idleness, moments are diffused / When contact is painful to the soul, and I ...»