My sweet black midget gave me many pleasures
And was so good in worshipping my feet,
I trusted him my gold and other treasures
To keep them in my gilded chest so neat.
But day has come, and he began to grow
And grew so big that broke my lady nest.
I kissed his feet, but all I heard was "No!"
He walked away and took with him my chest.
Мой черный карлик целовал мне ножки,
Он был всегда так ловок и так мил!..
Мои браслетки, кольца, серьги, брошки
Он убирал и в сундучке хранил.
Но в черный день печали и тревоги
Мой карлик вдруг поднялся и подрос...
Вотще ему я целовала ноги —
И сам ушел, и сундучок унес!
«Birth of the word is by agony molded, / Through earthly life it is quietly going, / It is a stranger, which drinks from the golden / Pitcher the drops of the savages’ mourning. Go to Nature! The Nature is hostile, / All here is frightening, all is in fullness, / There are the trumpets...»
«In the days when the God eternal / Was declining face to the new world, / By the Word they stopped the sun’s inferno, / And destroyed the towns by the Word. And an eagle was falling at the ground, / Stars were backing to the moon in fright, / If, as made from orange flames a cloud, / ...»
«Long ago, when the world unfolded, / As Almighty God would drop His face, / With the word the burning sun was halted / And the cities would be laid to waste. And the eagle would be stopped from flying, / And the stars clung to the moon in fright, / If abruptly, like a scarlet fire, ...»
«In the old days, when God cast down / His gaze upon the just created earth, / Words stopped the sun, / Words tore down whole towns. The terror-striken stars / huddled round the moon / When words, like pink flaming tongues / Floated down through air. The lower levels of beings, / Like...»