When your voice I hear
So tenderly ringing,
Like a captive bird
I wake with a song.
When your glance I meet,
In your azure eyes,
My soul arises
With a longing for you.
I fain would weep
In my happiness:
Oh to hold you, dear,
Close to my heart!
Слышу ли голос твой
Звонкий и ласковый,
Как птичка в клетке,
Сердце запрыгает;
Встречу ль глаза твои
Лазурно-глубокие,
Душа им навстречу
Из груди просится,
И как-то весело,
И хочется плакать,
И так на шею бы
Тебе я кинулся.
«Glory to you, inconsolable ache / Yesterday passed away the grey-eyed king. / Late autumn evening was sultry and red / My husband returned and quietly said: "After the hunt it all happened, you know, / His body was found right by the oak grove. / He was too young to be taken away… / P...»
«Here Pushkin's endless exile has begun, / And Lermontov's exile turned out fatal, / The mountain grass has a smell so sweet and gentle, / And only once I managed to discern, / By the lake under the dense shade of a chinara, / In the early evening and ferocious trice / The glare of insati...»
«I like it that your heart aches not for me, / That not for you my heart is sweetly aching. / And that the slow planet underneath / Our feet shall never slip away while turning. / I like it that I can be unabashed And frivolous, and pay no mind to wording, / And not to drown in the waves o...»
«You — unforgettable — are so forgetful! / You look like a smile of yours when graced upon me. / Should I say more — more handsome than golden dawning! / Should I say more — unique in all creation! / By Love you’re held a prisoner of passion! / As fair as by Chellini sculptured...»