I desire no love and no honor:
They intoxicate — no falling away!
I don't even desire an apple
Tempting — from hawker's tray..
Something drags behind me like chain,
Soon the thunder will sound in the sky...
How I desire —
Oh how I desire —
Very quietly simply to die!
Не хочу ни любви, ни почестей:
— Опьянительны. — Не падка!
Даже яблочка мне не хочется
— Соблазнительного — с лотка…
Что-то цепью за мной волочится,
Скоро громом начнёт греметь.
— Как мне хочется,
Как мне хочется —
Потихонечку умереть!
«I have forgotten what is in my hands: / A heart, a hat, or a cane? / In the gardens of the Lord / Grape bunches ripen. Ahead the cry: "don't," / Behind: "return." / All that is quiet is the path / Leading upwards. Shouldn't I follow it? / Maybe, if no sin is committed, / On the azu...»
«All that was in the soul, all was lost again; / I lay down in the grass, sad and bored, / And a flower lifted its lovely form above me, / A grasshopper standing in front of it on guard. / / Then I opened the weighty volume I had before me, / And on the first page saw a drawing of a plan...»
«Yesterday reflecting upon death, / My soul suddenly grew bitter. / Sad day! Age-old nature / Gazed at me from the forest's depths. And the anguish of separation / Pierced my heart, and in that moment / I could hear all — the evening grass, / The water talking, and the stone's dead cry...»
«How the world changes! And how I change as well! / I am known by one name only, yet / That which is named by me / Is not I alone. We are many. I am a living being. / So that the blood should not freeze in my veins, / I died many times. Oh, how many dead bodies / Have I raised from my own...»