— “In your soul there is ebb and flow!”
You said yourself, you understood it on your own!
Oh, how you, disbelieving the hours,
Could judge me for a moment’s happiness?
What shall the impending minute bring?
Whose distant image shall surface out of sleep?
A happy day, and a dreary night tomorrow…
How one can judge for something, and why so?
Oh, how could you! O, wise, how could
You say “enemies” about two white sails?
Surely you knew… You understood it on your own!
That ebb and flow is in my soul!
— «У вас в душе приливы и отливы!»
Ты сам сказал, ты это понял сам!
О, как же ты, не верящий часам,
Мог осудить меня за миг счастливый?
Что принесет грядущая минута?
Чей давний образ вынырнет из сна?
Веселый день, а завтра ночь грустна…
Как осуждать за что-то, почему-то?
О, как ты мог! О, мудрый, как могли вы
Сказать «враги» двум белым парусам?
Ведь знали вы… Ты это понял сам:
В моей душе приливы и отливы!
«My youth was hard to endure. / With so much sorrow to bear. / How can a soul this poor / Be returned to You rich and fair? / A song of praise, long and elegant, / The flattering fate sings fervent. / Lord, Almighty! I’m negligent, / Always Your miserly servant. / Not a rose, not a ...»
«Sunlight filled the room with splendor, / Yellow wafting dust fell near. / I woke up and I remembered / That today’s your name day, dear. / For this reason, blizzard-swept / Distances turned warm and grand / And I, in sleeplessness, have slept / Like a pleased communicant.»
«You have come to comfort me, my dear, / The most gentle, the most kind and modest… / But bedridden, I can’t rise, I fear, / And the window’s covered with a lattice. You assumed that I was long expired, / And you brought a meager little wreath. / O, how painfully I’m wounded with e...»
«How I crave immortality, dying. / Clouds of dust come low from afar... / Let the naked red devils come flying, / With the cauldrons of foul-smelling tar. Playing tricks, crawl up to me, lurking, / Threats from books, all tattered and bent, / Only leave me my memory working / Just my mem...»