Like blood and sweat it is simple:
To people — tsar, to tsar — people.
Like mystery of two it is clear:
The third is the spirit, the two are near.
From the sky tsar is placed on the throne:
That is clear like dream and snow.
To the throne tsar will come again yet:
It is holy like blood and sweat.
Это просто, как кровь и пот:
Царь — народу, царю — народ.
Это ясно, как тайна двух:
Двое рядом, а третий — Дух.
Царь с небес на престол взведён:
Это чисто, как снег и сон.
Царь опять на престол взойдёт —
Это свято, как кровь и пот.
«That voice, with silence disputing, / Has triumphed a little bit more. / Like sorrow or song in me brooding / Is the winter before the war. It was whiter than Smolny Cathedral, / More mysterious than Summer Garden. / Now, we look back at it, so ethereal, / With ultimate longing, downtro...»
«We never quite learned to part, — / We wander slowly, side by side. / Outside, it’s starting to get dark, / I’m silent, — you’re preoccupied. We’ll enter a church and see / Baptisms, marriages, mass. / A minute later, we’ll leave… / Why is everything different with us? ...»
«There the Archangel Michael / Has enrolled him in his host. / N. Gumilev. You won’t hear from him any longer, / No more letters to save. / In the fire-embraced, doleful Poland, / You won’t find his grave. Let your soul grow calm and composed, / No more loss in this war: / He’s ...»
«Is this why, for countless days, / In my arms, I carried you, / Is this why, your strength had blazed / Through your lively eyes of blue! You grew slender and much taller, / Sang, and drank Madeira wine, / To the far off Anatolia, / You destroyer was assigned. Somewhere on Malahov moun...»