Over her head and rising higher
The flowers' sheaves, descends from hill,
She neared and stared...
Who are you?
— Maya.
I am so grateful that you're here.
There — madness in your eyes. The name is —
Immortal daydream of the world.
Intoxicated by your phantasms,
My head, by sultry sun, is whirled.
Come in and be.
Was from the fortune
Expecting news. And you brought in
Sunflowers and gorse's branches —
The torrid flowers of noon.
Let me descry you... Straight and glossy
Wave of your hair the forehead veiled.
The windstorm's radiance is racing
To curve up right above your head.
The smile your childish glance has narrowed.
Unchildish sadness touched your lips.
And by the chain of little diamonds
Above the eyebrow came sweat drips.
The goldish suntan graced its shadows
Upon your cheeks, touched by the sun.
Within these flowers... you ran...
All over in the white flame's halos...
Who are you? Child? Tsarevna? Page?
I am embracing the idea
Of you - the earth's noon mirage,
Illusion, sweet deception... —
maya.
Над головою поднимая
Стопы цветов, с горы идет...
Пришла и смотрит...
Кто ты?
— Майя.
Благословляю твой приход.
В твоих глазах безумство. Имя
Звучит, как мира вечный сон...
Я наважденьями твоими
И зноем солнца ослеплен.
Войди и будь.
Я ждал от рока
Вестей. И вот приносишь ты
Подсолнечник и ветви дрока —
Полудня жаркие цветы.
Дай разглядеть себя... Волною
Прямых, лоснящихся волос
Прикрыт твой лоб, над головою
Сиянье вихрем завилось.
Твой детский взгляд улыбкой сужен,
Недетской грустью тронут рот.
И цепью маленьких жемчужин
Над бровью выступает пот.
Тень золотистого загара
На разгоревшихся щеках...
Так ты бежала... вся в цветах...
Вся в нимбах белого пожара...
Кто ты? дитя? царевна? паж?
Тебя такой я принимаю:
Земли полуденный мираж,
Иллюзию, обманность... —
Майю.
«Mother dearest, is your heart still beating? / Mine is too, so greetings, Mum, to you! / And I hope that over home still fleeting / Evening light unspoken sheds its hue. Letters tell me you’re a little worried, / Seems my absence causes you distress, / They have seen you weeping as you...»
«By degrees we find we’re all departing / For the same serene and silent land. / And perhaps when soon that course I’m charting / Some possessions I will have to hand. Sweetest silver birches’ straggling covert! / Mother earth’s horizon’s sandy plain! / Hosts departing face me in...»
«Of mighty talent stand I musing, / Of one who stands for Russia’s fate, / Tverskóy Boulevard perusing, / I stand and with myself I prate. My hair is fair — there are few blonder — / They say that I’ve become like mist, / O Alexander! What a bounder! / And I’m delinquent — ...»
«As once I loved I really don’t. / Oh, yes, I know you’ll sorrow, sorrow / Because the sweeping moon now won’t / With verses overflow tomorrow. You’ll grieve, you’ll revel, star-wards roar — / It falls upon your brow so furrowed — / In hut your heart it did outpour, / But h...»