Don't weep! Above the yellow steppe
Still hangs the same late summer heat
And they, with children on their backs,
Come still, with tired and stumbling feet.
No tears! And as the crowd goes by
From Stalingrad to God knows where,
Don't try to catch their downcast eyes —
You cannot look for pity there!
Go on — don't strive to meet their gaze!
They need no sympathy, no shame!
All that they need from you is this —
You must go there, from whence they came!
Не плачь! — Всё тот же поздный зной
Висит над желтыми степями.
Все так же беженцы толпой
Бредут; и дети за плечами..
Не плачь! Покуда мимо нас
Они идут из Сталинграда,
Идут, не подымая глаз, —
От этих глаз не жди пощады.
Иди, сочувствием своим
У них не вымогая взгляда.
Иди туда, навстречу им —
Вот все, что от тебя им надо.
«I loved you, once: and love, it could well be, / Within my soul lies unextinguished yet. / But let the thought no longer trouble you. / I would not bring you anguish or regret. / I loved you with no words and to no end / Now timorous, now jealous, pain by pain. / I loved you though so te...»
«I still recall a wonder vision. / The moment you before me shone, / A fleeting Genius apparition, / A perfect beauty paragon. Through hopeless sorrow that oppressed me, / Through life's alarm and senseless schemes / That caring voice and soul caressed me, / And that dear face would fill...»
«When din of day for mortals softly ends / And down on the mute city squares / The half-transparent shade of night descends / With slumber, balm of daylong cares, / Then, in the still for me the hours bring / Exhausting sleepless pains anew. / Searing...»
«With freedom's seed across the land, / Before the star of morn I passed. / My uncorrupt and guiltless hand / Through subjugated furrows cast / The life-bestowing germ I bore, / A waste of time and nothing more. / A well-intended, futile task... Pasture away, there, docile nation / Tha...»