I bless a night I sleep in my abode,
I bless a day when to my work I go,
Judgment and mercy of omniscient God,
The good law — and the stony law,
My dusty purple, patched in every piece...
My dusty staff, in the eternal glow!
And else, O God, I bless forever — peace
And bread in stove of another home.
Благословляю ежедневный труд,
Благословляю еженощный сон.
Господню милость и Господень суд,
Благой закон — и каменный закон.
И пыльный пурпур свой, где столько дыр,
И пыльный посох свой, где все лучи…
— Ещё, Господь, благословляю мир
В чужом дому — и хлеб в чужой печи.
«I’m rushing in the darkness, in the glacial desert, / A moon is shining somewhere? Somewhere, there’s a sun? / Just the summer lightning flashed out in the distance, / Flashed — and quickly faded, died down in the dark, / Just the heart discerns now the faint and distant echo / Of th...»
«We were together at the time... / The fiddle sang, the night felt giddy... / I knew, back then, that you were — mine, / As hours passed, you grew more pretty... Through quiet brooks and furtive mist / Of female smiles, from the start, / The lips were yearning for a kiss, / The fiddle...»
«I neared my bliss. I walked among / The crimson lights of sunset’s dew, / A voice sang, to my heart, the song / Of sunrise that would soon ensue. / Of sunrise, when the evening glow / Just strove to fade, and stars shone bright, / When heaven’s seas began to flow, / While burning p...»
«The evening shades have yet to sink, / But moonlight’s shining in the lake. / The heart, the soul — and everything / Feels superstitious and opaque... This superstition leads to yearning, / And in the mist that glows opaque, / Foreseeing bliss, the heart is burning, / The pale moon ...»