O, pitiful exertions of usurpers!
Like sleep, like snow, like death, to all — a shrine.
A ban on Kremlin! There's no ban on wings, and
Therefore — there is no ban upon Kremlin.
...О, самозванцев жалкие усилья!
Как сон, как снег, как смерть — святыни — всем.
Запрет на Кремль? Запрета нет на крылья!
И потому — запрета нет на Кремль!
«The poet teaches something, though / Not with the wisdom of his words, / A thing considerably more likely to / Either turn people off or to bore. Whether sweet or bitter, you will have / To test by tasting it on your own. Life; / We all have our own unkind fates: / He teaches us to kee...»
«Today I can see that your gaze is especially sad; / Your hands are especially slender, encircling your knees. / But listen to this: far away, far away, near Lake Chad / A giraffe paces elegantly. A figure of grace and a lifetime of bliss are his boon, / And a magical pattern adorns his magn...»
«Today I can see that your look is especially sad / And your arms are especially fragile, as if made of chaff. / Listen, my dear: far away, by the shores of Lake Chad, / Roams the exquisite giraffe. It was granted the gift of proportion, voluptuous grace, / And its skin is adorned with a pat...»
«Today I can see that your eyes are especially sad, / And the arms, that are hugging your knees, are so gentle, my love. / Just listen, in a faraway land by a lake called the Chad, / Wanders an elegant giraffe. His elegant body is shining in afternoon heat. / It's covered with a beautifu...»