Others — with eyes or with face full of light,
And I converse with wind in the night.
Not with that Italian
Zephyr oh-so-young —
Russian, blow-through,
A good one, a wide one!
Others with all flesh are lost in the flesh,
From dried out lips swallow the breath...
And I - arms wide open — like tetanus — stall
So that the Russian wind blow out my soul!
Others — o tangles tender and strong!
No, Aeolus is doing us wrong.
Perhaps you won't melt! It's just one family
As if I am not a woman truly.
Другие — с очами и с личиком светлым,
А я-то ночами беседую с ветром.
Не с тем — италийским
Зефиром младым, —
С хорошим, с широким,
Российским, сквозным!
Другие всей плотью по плоти плутают,
Из уст пересохших — дыханье глотают…
А я — руки настежь! — застыла — столбняк!
Чтоб выдул мне душу — российский сквозняк!
Другие — о, нежные, цепкие путы!
Нет, с нами Эол обращается круто.
— Небось, не растаешь! Одна — мол — семья! —
Как будто и вправду — не женщина я!
«You said that Sa'adi / Kissed only on the breasts. / Wait for God sake, / I'll learn one day! You sang 'Behind the Yefrat / The roses are better than mortal girls'. / If I were rich, / I would make another tune. I'd cut these roses, / For there is only one joy for me — / That the...»
«I've never been to the Bosphorus, / You don't ask me about it. / In your eyes I saw the sea, / Flaming with blue fire. I didn't go to Baghdad with the caravan, / I didn't take silk and henna. / Bend with your beautiful body, / Let me rest on my knees. Or is it again so, that no matter ...»
«The evening light of the saffron land, / Quietly are the roses running along the fields. / Sing a song to me dear, / The one that Khayyam sang to you. / Quietly are the roses running along the fields. With the moonlight is Shiraz alighted, / The fly hive of stars is dancing. / I don't l...»
«The air is translucent and blue, / I'll go out in the flowery thickets, / The traveler leaving for the azure, / He won't reach the desert. / The air is translucent and blue. You'll go through the meadow, like the garden, / The garden in wild bloom, / Your glance can't help, / Bending ...»