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.
«We are living, but can’t feel the land where we stay, / More than ten steps away you can’t hear what we say. / But if people would talk on occasion, / They should mention the Kremlin Caucasian. / His thick fingers are bulky and fat like live-baits, / And his accurate words are as hea...»
«The night, street, chemist shop, & lantern, / The gloomy lighting with no aim. / Live more — some dozens years — the pattern / With no escape will be the same. Death brings new start from the beginning, / The past returns itself: the night, / Canal’s ice ripples with no meaning, / ...»
«Night. City calmed down. / Behind the large window / It is quiet and solemnly, / As if a man dies. But there somebody stands simply sad, / Distracted by failure, / With the open collar, / And looks at the stars. "Stars, stars, / Tell me the reason for this melancholy!" And again loo...»
«All thought of prowess, valiant deeds and fame / Would leave me on this suffering earth when on / Your lovely face I gazed that glowed and shone / Before me in its simple wooden frame. But your fate to another you surrendered, / You left, and I… I flung into the night / The cherished ri...»