Bent with worry, God
paused, to smile.
And look, there were many
holy angels with bodies of
the radiance he had
given them,
some with enormous wings and
others without any,
which is why I weep
so much
because even more than God
himself I love his fair angels.
Бог согнулся от заботы
И затих.
Вот и улыбнулся, вот и
Много ангелов святых
С лучезарными телами
Сотворил.
Есть с огромными крылами,
А бывают и без крыл.
Оттого и плачу много,
Оттого —
Что взлюбила больше Бога
Милых ангелов его.
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«I shall saddle a horse, / A swift courser, he, / I shall fly, I shall rush, / As the hawk is keen, / Over fields, over seas, / To a distant land. / I shall overtake there / My young youth again. / I shall make myself spruce / Be a blade again, / I shall make a fine show / For t...»
«Through the heavens of midnight an angel was sped / Who lifted his chant as he fled. / The moon and the clouds and the stars leaned to hear / The song rising holy and clear. He sang of the spirits, the sinless, the blest, / Who softly in Paradise rest. / Of the gardens...»
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