Every verse is a child of love,
A destitute bastard slip,
A firstling — the winds above —
Left by the road asleep.
Heart has a gulf, and a bridge,
Heart has a bless, and a grief.
Who is his father? A liege?
Maybe a liege, or a thief.
Каждый стих — дитя любви,
Нищий незаконнорожденный
Первенец — у колеи
На поклон ветрам — положенный.
Сердцу ад и алтарь,
Сердцу — рай и позор.
Кто отец? — Может — царь.
Может — царь, может — вор.
«The high crags decline before this woe, / The great river does not flow ahead, / But they’re strong — the locks of a jail, stone, / And behind them — the cells, dark and low, / And the deadly pine is spread. / For some one, somewhere, a fresh wind blows, / For some one, somewhere,...»
«Faced with this grief, the mountains bend, / The mighty river stops its flow, / But iron bolts won’t even dent, / Behind them - “the convicts’ den” / And somber deathly woe. / Some people feel the soothing breeze, / For some the sun shines red – / For us, these wonders long h...»
«In my restless aspiration / For another, grander fate / I now pray in veneration / To you, Alexander the Great. / / Not amidst the blood and fighting / By an ancient Persian town / You have earned my praise, oh Mighty, / As the greatest hero found. / / You deserve my gr...»
«I love you though with rage I seethe, / Though it is shameful, futile wholly, / And to my miserable folly / I am confessing at your feet! / Yes, at my age it’s unbecoming… / It’s time I wisened up enough! / But signs are certainly forthcoming / Of sickness in my soul called love...»