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!
«We do not know how to say goodbye. / Shoulder to shoulder, we walk and walk. / Already it is dusk, and I / m silent, while you are lost in thought. Let's go into this church. What will we see? / A baptism, wedding, burial-service. / Without looking at each other, we shall leave / Why i...»
«First, as a serpent, it’ll cast its spell / Next to your heart, curled up. / Then, it’ll come as a dove, as well, / Cooing for days, nonstop. / In the frost, it’ll show itself curtly, / Or in the drowsing field of carnations... / To escort you covertly and firmly / Away from all ...»
«In the heart, the memory of the sun fades, / Yellower turns the grass. / The wind disperses the early flakes / Barely, with each pass. In narrow channels, water won’t flow — / Cooling, stands still. / Here, nothing will ever happen, I know, — / It never will! The transparent fan ...»
«Why pretend to be / Now breeze, now stone, now a bird? / Why smile at me, / In sudden lightning from summer’s sky? Don’t torture me further, and don’t touch me! / Leave me to my prophetic dreams... / A drunken flame reels / Over the dry grey marshes. And the Muse in a ragged shaw...»