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!
«And a bonfire high was soaring / Over him upon the cross. / Frigid stars are him ignoring, / Inky night disdains his loss. Spinners of the snowy winters, / Maidens of the night, pass by, / Eyes just open, tight like splinters, / See them twist the smoke’s thread high. And the height ...»
«Allow my soul’s burnt out redeeming, / The chance to glory in life’s course / And by my solitary dreaming / To joy in your undying force. You are divine, beyond comparing, / Your merriment and sorrow are / My sacred shrine, my heart’s declaring / My prophet’s calling from afar. ...»
«Never can I forget (but perhaps I’m mistaken): / How in sunset’s declining fire’s blaze / Bled the sky in its crimson demise as did waken / Night in yellowing lantern-lit glaze. By the window I sat in the crowded rotunda. / Somewhere fiddles scraped loving’s refrain. / And an ebon...»
«But pointlessly the light shines dimly — / The chemist’s, streetlight, street, and night. / For quarter-century hold on grimly — / It will not change. You can’t take flight. You’ll die — again find all beginning, / And as before it all will go. / The night, canal’s ice-dazz...»