A silver sail, the ocean loner,
Is lurking in the azure mist.
What has she lost in foreign corners?
What in her homeland did she miss?
Her mast is clattering and bending
Midst whistling wind and raging wave.
Alas, she seeks no happy ending,
Nor runs from happiness away.
Beneath – the crystal torrent tempteth,
Above – the golden rays caress,
Yet she, rebellious, longs for tempests
As though a tempest granted rest.
Белеет парус одинокой
В тумане моря голубом!..
Что ищет он в стране далекой?
Что кинул он в краю родном?..
Играют волны — ветер свищет,
И мачта гнется и скрыпит...
Увы! он счастия не ищет,
И не от счастия бежит!
Под ним струя светлей лазури,
Над ним луч солнца золотой...
А он, мятежный, просит бури,
Как будто в бурях есть покой!
«Noise had ceased. I've slowly come out / To the stage, and leaning at the door, / Try to gasp in echo's distant sounds, / What's prepared for me in my life's store. / / Nightly dark is strait at me a-leveled / By a lot of little glasses' eyes. / If it's possible, oh, lord of earth and...»
«The buzz subsided and I am on the stage. / Leaning pensively against the door, / Catching vaguely, in my whole age, / What will happen, no less no more. / / I am in the center of the Sphere, / Stars are aiming at me from the dark. / If you just could do it, Father, dear, / Let the a...»
«I was forsaken, a beast in a cage, / Elsewhere was freedom and light, / For me was the noise of the chase / With no path open for flight. The dark woods, the bank of a pond, / The log of a fallen fir tree. / Every way out is cut off. / What’ll be will be, for me. For what obscenity, ...»
«The noose of floggers tightens, / But I’m not the one at fault: / No longer with my right hand, / Nor beloved’s open heart! And with such a loop at a throat / For now I want still to stay, / So that my tears can be wiped — / By my right hand — away.»