My light tread
— A sign of clear conscience —
My light tread,
My ringing song —
God placed me alone
In the midst of the great world.
— You are not a woman but a bird,
Therefore — fly and sing.
Поступь лёгкая моя,
— Чистой совести примета —
Поступь лёгкая моя,
Песня звонкая моя —
Бог меня одну поставил
Посреди большого света.
— Ты не женщина, а птица,
Посему — летай и пой.
«Longing, desires still ravage / my soul which strives to reach you. / In recollection's twilight / I try to catch your image. / I can't forget your face. / It is a lovely constellation, / timeless, in every place, / unreachable, not knowing fluctuation.»
«Not everyone can sing, / Not everyone can fall / Like an apple at a stranger's feet. This is the greatest confession, / That a hooligan can have. I go unkempt on purpose, / With my head, like a kerosene lamp, on my shoulders. / The leafless autumn, your souls in darkness — / I love t...»
«I don’t know if you’re dead or still living, / If I should seek you on earth, or alas, / Sitting pensively, in the evening, / Warmly grieve for the one who has passed. All to you: Daily prayer and thought, / And insomnia’s feverish rise, / The white flock of the poems I wrote, / A...»
«I don't know if you're alive or dead. / Can you on earth be sought, / Or only when the sunsets fade / Be mourned serenely in my thought? All is for you: the daily prayer, / The sleepless heat at night, / And of my verses, the white / Flock, and of my eyes, the blue fire. No-one was mor...»