White sail out in the bay
billowing in the wind.
Why sail so far away?
Why leave so much behind?
Winds must play on the seas
and masts creak in the wind.
Fortune is not what he seeks,
nor what he's left behind.
A golden light still pours
down onto deep blue seas;
this rebel, alas, seeks storms,
as if in storms lies peace.
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!
«Blessed be nights; their solitude evokes / Quiet talks to you through wisps of smoke. Many stars look down, big and small, / And a lonely mouse rustles by the wall. In my chest, I touch a tender bone / Motherland, it's yours and yours alone. In your air I'm still immersed, / I exhale it i...»
«At twilight, we stood by the pier / I said, "See that swift in the sky? / As long as you live, will you ever / Forget how it whirled in its flight?" You said: "I'll remember forever!" / And then we both burst into tears, / And love, like a wounded bird cried… / At twilight, right ther...»
«I died. Aeolus tugged and blown / At trees and shutters with his heat. / I walked on down the dusty street / Fauns walked beside me. In each faun, / I made out Pan. I contemplated: / “This must be heaven, I have made it...” From sunlight hiding, shinning softly / with russet armpit...»
«Let me go, I plead, don’t deny me! / The night is silent, scary and cold. / I am powerless here. I am dying / from your blind constant assault. On a peak, one is free to bewail / the homeland he left of free will, / but I’ve descended now into the vale — / don’t you dare to foll...»