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Here is he — look — tired of the foreign lands,
A chief without friends.
Here — drinks from mountain rapids with his hand —
A knight with no land.
There's all for him: knighthood, and land,
Mother, and bread.
Great's your inheritance — so rule this land,
Friend without friends!
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Вот он — гляди — уставший от чужбин,
Вождь без дружин.
Вот — горстью пьёт из горной быстрины —
Князь без страны.
Там всё ему: и княжество, и рать,
И хлеб, и мать.
Красно́ твоё наследие, — владей,
Друг без друзей!
«Everybody chooses for himself: / His belief, his woman and his road, / To serve the devil or to serve the prophet. / Everybody chooses for himself. We pick the things that only fit ourselves: / The words of love and prayers which we whisper, / Dueling blades to fight and swords t...»
«Everyone chooses by himself / The devil's service or the prophet's. / Religions, females, lacks and profits — / Everyone chooses by himself. Everyone chooses for himself / The sword for duel and for fighting. / The time for praying and delighting — / Everyone chooses for himself. E...»
«I love so much these days when the whole conception is clear, and the theme has been found, / And then faster and faster — obeying the key, you remember — / As when they play the last bars of the „Farewell symphony” by Hayden — / Having finished his part each musician blows out his c...»
«Yes, I am charming. / This phantom shape, / this velvet shimmer — / merely two wings. Where do I come from? / Where am I off to? / Here on a frail flower / for a breath I pause. Free and fickle, / how long will I linger? / I lift my wings — so! — / and flit away.»