Outside the window once again
A fir is lit by snow..
This cradle of yours, my dear friend,
Why did you outgrow?
The snowflakes fly, to all adhere,
And melt too fast to know...
What therefore for, you stupid one,
Did you it outgrow?
Days' weight upon it didn't press
T'was easy sleeping there,
And now your eyes have darker grown
And gold of your hair...
It burned your sight, but will it give
Happiness, this wide world?
Why, why did you outgrow
Your cradle, my dear girl?
Опять за окнами снежок
Светло украсил ель…
Зачем переросла, дружок,
Свою ты колыбель?
Летят снежинки, льнут ко всем
И тают без числа…
Зачем, ты, глупая, зачем
Её переросла?
В ней не давила тяжесть дней,
В ней так легко спалось!
Теперь глаза твои темней
И золото волос…
Широкий мир твой взгляд зажёг,
Но счастье даст тебе ль?
Зачем переросла, дружок,
Свою ты колыбель?
«She is still unborn, / She is both music and word, / And thus the unbreakable bond / Of all that is alive. The breasts of the sea heave serenely, / But, like a madman, the day is full of light, / And the pale lilac of the foam / Lies in the turbid sky-blue vessel. May my lips at last a...»
«Thy image, wavering, agonizing, / I could not perceive through the mist. / “My Lord!” I muttered by mistake, / Speaking without realizing. The name of God, like some huge bird, / Took flight and left my breast. / In front of me the mist swirls thick, / An empty cage is left behind.»
«Now no-one will be listening to songs. / The days long prophesied have come to pass. / The world has no more miracles. Don't break / My heart, song, but be still: you are the last. Not long ago you took your morning flight / With all a swallow's free accomplishment. / Now that you are a h...»
«And here I am, I stay alone / To count the empty days. / Oh my free friends, / Oh my swans! And I won't call you with a song, / I won't return you with tears, / But in the evening at a doleful time / I'll mention you in prayer. Caught by a deadly arrow, / One of you has fallen, / A...»