I'll repeat in hour of parting
When love comes to end
That I loved, yes that I loved truly
Your masterful hands
And the eyes — somebody isn't
Gifted with a glance! —
Those that answer are demanding
For a look every chance.
You with your thrice-cursed passion —
God sees all, say I!
And demanding a payment for
An accidental sigh.
And I tiredly say, to listen
Hurry not at all!
Why is it that your own soul
Stands across my soul.
And again I'll also tell you:
All the same — hear this! —
Far too young was this my mouth
For your gentle kiss.
Glance is luminous and daring,
Heart — like five year old...
Happy's he who did not meet you
On your road.
Повторю в канун разлуки,
Под конец любви,
Что любила эти руки
Властные твои
И глаза — кого-кого-то
Взглядом не дарят! —
Требующие отчёта
За случайный взгляд.
Всю тебя с твоей треклятой
Страстью — видит Бог! —
Требующую расплаты
За случайный вздох.
И ещё скажу устало,
— Слушать не спеши! —
Что твоя душа мне встала
Поперёк души.
И ещё тебе скажу я:
— Всё равно — канун! —
Этот рот до поцелуя
Твоего был юн.
Взгляд — до взгляда — смел и светел,
Сердце — лет пяти…
Счастлив, кто тебя не встретил
На своём пути.
«It’s all we need: to look intently — oh, my God! / It’s so simple: look intently, look inside, / And that is it — we cannot turn away or hide / From these amazing eyes, from their sudden depth. It’s all we need: to read intently — oh, my God! / It’s so simple: linger over tho...»
«Time is moving forward, exact and fast, / and my shadow grows as years pass, Every month it lengthens, it doesn't stay, / It is longer, longer with every day. Here I see the shape of my own hand / laid upon a field and a river bend. Here I see my shoulder, it almost reached / snow-cove...»
«I used to have a dream, it comes to me each night: / I went somewhere by train — and I am left behind. / I've gotten off my car, small station's lost in snow, / I see my train to start, it's off, it's on the go, / I try with all my might to run — and feel: I can't, / I cannot move in...»
«I've been there, yes, and so what? / It's all bygone, I have forgot. / I can't recall a date, a day, / a battlefield, a river crossed. / I'm from the ranks. I'm No Name. / I'm unaccounted-for and lost. / I 'm an accidental bullet miss. / I'm blood-stained January ice. / I'm froz...»