Thus swam the head and lyre down
To the receding far-off place.
And lips repeated: pity, pity,
And the lyre enounced: «Peace»
Bloody-silver, silver-and-bloody
And double trace she did then pour,
My tender brother, my dear sister
Along the paralyzed Gebr.
At times, the movement of head slowed
Inside the unabated angst.
But lyre assured: do pass me near!
And lips behind her said, «Alas!»
Moving together like a garland
With far-off rippling head of bed —
Do not the hair pour with silver?
Does not the lyre pour with blood?
Thus, with a staircase descending
Of river — into crib of swells.
Thus, to new island, where it's sweeter
Than somewhere — lies a nightingale...
Where then are they, the holy remnants?
The salty wave — respond, respond!
Maybe the net has pulled it out,
Net of bare-headed Lesbian?
Так плыли: голова и лира,
Вниз, в отступающую даль.
И лира уверяла: мира!
А губы повторяли: жаль!
Крово-серебряный, серебро-
Кровавый след двойной лия,
Вдоль обмирающего Гебра —
Брат нежный мой, сестра моя!
Порой, в тоске неутолимой,
Ход замедлялся головы.
Но лира уверяла: мимо!
А губы ей вослед: увы!
Вдаль-зыблящимся изголовьем
Сдвигаемые как венцом —
Не лира ль истекает кровью?
Не волосы ли — серебром?
Так, лестницею нисходящей
Речною — в колыбель зыбей.
Так, к острову тому, где слаще
Чем где-либо — лжёт соловей…
Где осиянные останки?
Волна солёная — ответь!
Простоволосой лесбиянки
Быть может вытянула сеть? —
«In my beloved Scottish highlands, / Under a curtain of cold mists, / Between the sky of storms and dry sands, / The grave of Ossian exists. / My dreaming heart flies to its stone / To breathe in native air puffs / And take from it the priceless loan — / The treasure of the second lif»
«He has been born for hopes and for joys, / For inspirations peaceful! — But, a crazy, / He early left the world of fairy tales and toys / And threw his heart in a sea of high life, hazy. / God did not saved him from the world at once! / Thus a ripe fruit, which early had matured, — / ...»
«I go out alone on the flint road / In the deep mist glimmering afar. / Silent night... The desert hears to God / And the star is speaking to the star. All the skies are beautiful and solemn. / Earth is sleeping in the glow of blue. / Why it is so hard? Am I regretting? / Or maybe I drea...»
«I am so sad because I worship you, / I know: that your flourishing youth / Will not be spared by the gossip's persecution. / For every sunny day or bit of sweet illusion / You'll pay the fate with tears and your pine. / I'm sad... 'cause you're so gay and fine.»