Rock and rock me, starry boat!
My head is weary of breaking waves!
For too long I’ve lost my moorings, —
My head is weary of thinking:
Of hymns — of laurels — of heroes — of hydras, —
My head is weary of pretensions!
Lay me out among grasses and pine-needles, —
My head is weary of wars...
Закачай меня, звёздный чёлн!
Голова устала от волн!
Слишком долго причалить тщусь, —
Голова устала от чувств:
Гимнов — лавров — героев — гидр, —
Голова устала от игр!
Положите меж трав и хвой, —
Голова устала от войн…
«Should ill-fortune cause you sadness — / Don't live dwelling on the pain! / Don't be bitter, don't complain: / It will come, your day of gladness. Future hope sustains the heart; / Present comes as bleak and drear: / All is brief and will depart; / The departed will be dear.»
«Exegi monumentum A monument I've raised not built with hands, / And common folk shall keep the path well trodden / To where it unsubdued and towering stands / Higher than Alexander's Column. I shall not wholly die-for in my sacred lyre / My spirit shall outlive my dust's corrup...»
«We heard him say, "I will destroy this temple that is made with hands, and within three days I will build another made without hands." / -Mark 14:58 I've reared a monument not built by human hands. / The public path to it cannot be overgrown. / With insubmissive head far loftier it stands / ...»
«Storm has set the heavens scowling, / Whirling gusty blizzards wild, / Now they are like beasts a-growling, / Now a-wailing like a child; / Now along the brittle thatches / They will scud with rustling sound, / Now against the window latches / Like belated wanderers pound. Our frail h...»