You won't chase me away anytime:
They don't push away the spring!
With a finger you won't push me away:
I too tenderly sing before sleep!
Never will you make me glorious:
Water for lips is my name!
You will never leave me either:
Door is open, empty is your home!
Ты меня никогда не прогонишь:
Не отталкивают весну!
Ты меня и перстом не тронешь:
Слишком нежно пою ко сну!
Ты меня никогда не ославишь:
Моё имя — вода для уст!
Ты меня никогда не оставишь:
Дверь открыта, и дом твой — пуст!
«I heard a voice. It bade consolement. / “Come hither,” was its tempting call, / “Leave your obscure and sinful homeland, / Abandon Russia once for all. / I'll clean your hands of bloody imprints, / Relieve your heart of burning shame, / The anguish of defeats and insults / I'll c...»
«My honied languor comes of silence and of dreams / And boredom long-drawn-out and songs that gauchely yearn; / The cocks embroidered on white towels give me joy, / I like the soot that clings to icons old and stern. To the hot buzz of flies day after day goes by, / And a meek piety on ea...»
«With a passion I detest the saintly — / Their scrupulous and tortured concerns / And shallow thoughts are for themselves; / Themselves alone exclusively they save. They fear exclusively for their souls, / In terror of their dreams' gaping abyss / And of that ancient poisoner the Worm / ...»
«Oh, do not trust the nighttime hour! / It is filled with evil beauty. / In the nighttime people are close to death, / And flowers alone are strangely alive. Dark and warm are the quiet walls, / And the hearth is long without fire… / And from the flowers I await betrayals, / For the fl...»