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His friends — do not bother him!
His servants — do not bother him!
From his face it was evident deemed:
Not from this world does my kingdom come.
Eternal snowstorms circled the veins
Hunched-over shoulders bent from the wings,
In singing cut, into baked-over flame
He let his soul go like a swan.
Fall then, O fall then, copper heavy!
Wings are ordained correctly: To fly!
Lips, that have shouted the word: Reply! —
They know, that this is not there — to die!
He drinks the dawn, drinks the sea —
Revels in full. — Don't serve the requiem!
Of one who forever ordered: Be! —
There is enough bread left to feed him!
Други его — не тревожьте его!
Слуги его — не тревожьте его!
Было так ясно на лике его:
Царство моё не от мира сего.
Вещие вьюги кружили вдоль жил,
Плечи сутулые гнулись от крыл,
В певчую прорезь, в запёкшийся пыл —
Лебедем душу свою упустил!
Падай же, падай же, тяжкая медь!
Крылья изведали право: лететь!
Губы, кричавшие слово: ответь! —
Знают, что этого нет — умереть!
Зори пьёт, море пьёт — в полную сыть
Бражничает. — Панихид не служить!
У навсегда повелевшего: быть! —
Хлеба достанет его накормить!
«People аrе lost just оnсе, / Lost traces аrе not retraced, / See, оnе staying at уоur house, / Says good-bye, goes into the night. Ве it а daytime, he is / Still leaving you, so let us / Fetch him back now / Не is crossing the square. Fetch him right over, / Have а t...»
«For misfortune or for luck / Truth is easy, friend — / Never, please, come back / In old native land. Even if a house’s ruins / Looking pretty good, / You with me here find nothing / What we loved and would. Conversely journey / I so want forbid, / And I ask you as my brother...»
«O Thou, in universe so boundless, / alive in planets as they swarm / within eternal flow, yet timeless, / unseen, you reign in triune form! / Thy single Spirit all comprises, / from no abode or cause arises, / keeps paths that Reason never trod, / pervades, incarnate, all that's living...»
«Metallic clangour! Tongue of time! / Your fatal voice oppresses me; / your groans call me insistently, / call me and speed me to the grave. / Scarcely the light of day I see / and death already grinds her teeth; / like lightning flashes her scythe gleams / and cuts my days like stalks...»