A golden cloud spent the night
Resting on the breast of the giant crag;
Come the morning, it darted away,
Airily playing in the breeze.
But it left behind a patch of moisture
In a crevice of the ancient rock.
Alone it stands, the mighty crag, as deep in thought,
It quietly drops a tear into the wilderness.
Ночевала тучка золотая
На груди утеса-великана,
Утром в путь она умчалась рано,
По лазури весело играя.
Но остался влажный след в морщине
Старого утеса. Одиноко
Он стоит, задумался глубоко,
И тихонько плачет он в пустыне.
«Farewell to you, unharnessed Ocean! / No longer will you roll at me / Your azure swells in endless motion / Or gleam in tranquil majesty. A comrade's broken words on leaving, / His hail of parting at the door: / Your chant of luring, chant of grieving / Will murmur in my ears no more. ...»
«When in the heat of my embrace / I capture your elastic figure / And lavish words of loving praise / On you with tenderness and vigor, / Dear friend, you free your slender build / Of my contracted arms in silence, / And to my words sincere and thrilled / Reply with your mistrustful smi...»
«When in my arms your slender form / I take, perhaps a shade too boldly, / And words of love, impetuous, warm, / Pour out to you, in silence, coldly / From my unshaked-for, rash embrace / You free yourself, and for an instant / A smile appers upon your face, / At once mistrustful, wan a...»
«All harmony, all wondrous fairness, / Aloof from passions and the world, / She rests with tranquil unawareness / In her triumphant beauty furled. When, all about her, eyes hold muster, / Nor friends, nor rivals can be found, / Our other beauties' pallid round / Extinguished wholly by he...»