That same youth, and these same holes,
And the same nights at the fire...
Sister of your own guitar
Is my divine, holy lyre.
To circle souls just like a snowstorm —
One is the gift that us befalls.
Into my sleeping crib is lowered
This title: Stealer of souls!
Breaking the arms in angst, you know:
Not one alone in the day's fog
With poison gypsy broth of parting
The young noblemen you do drug.
Know: not alone on the sharp knife
You look with anguish in your blood
Know, I'm alone still... we are sisters
In the great lowliness of love.
Та ж молодость, и те же дыры,
И те же ночи у костра...
Моя божественная лира
С твоей гитарою — сестра.
Нам дар один на долю выпал:
Кружить по душам, как метель.
— Грабительница душ! — Сей титул
И мне опущен в колыбель!
В тоске заламывая руки,
Знай: не одна в тумане дней
Цыганским варевом разлуки
Дурманишь молодых князей.
Знай: не одна на ножик вострый
Глядишь с томлением в крови, —
Знай, что еще одна... — Что сестры
В великой низости любви.
«For how long will you keep in hiding / Behind the fog, ye Russian star, / Or will you stay forever priding / In stark delusions, false, bizarre? / / Could it be true, your shining glory / Would scatter like a shooting star, / When faced with gazes, greedy, gory, / So keen to reach y...»
«In the calm night, in late summer, / How the stars grow blush in heaven! / Under their gloomy light rays / Sleepy wheatfields ripen, heaving... / How their golden waves are shining / In the calmness of the night, / They are drowsy, eerie silent, / Whitened by the bright moon light... /...»
«Nature is a sphinx. / The truer she kills you / with her eternal riddle, / it's more than likely, / for centuries, / the truer she has fooled you.»
«Lord, send your comfort / to him who, during summerТs scorching heat, / like some poor beggar past a garden, / along a hot road drags his weary feet, who gazes in passing across a fence / at the shades of trees, at valleysТ golden grain / and at the inaccessible coolness / of softly b...»