A young wizard in a purple robe
Was performing an unchanted art.
Front of the Queen of Vices he showed
Rubies of precious craft.
A scent of burning exquisite herbs
Opened spaces of no bound...
Taking shapes of fishes or birds
Gloomy shadows rushed around.
Invisible strings cried aloud,
Pillars of flame appeared ablaze.
Tribunes of War stood tall and proud
Yet looking as humble slaves.
And the Queen, evoking a secret passion,
Played with the soul of the world unclad.
Or her silken, snowy skin complexion
Drove the youthful wizard so mad...
For the sake of her amusement given,
He forgot what other things existed.
Those little breasts he mostly revered
And the bracelets on her slender wrists.
The young wizard in a purple robe
Spoke as if dead: he didn't breath
Everything to the Queen he showed
What his soul was living with.
On the emerald waters of Nile
The crescent trembled pale and dim,
And the Queen with mesmerized smile
Scarlet flower dropped for him.
Юный маг в пурпуровом хитоне
Говорил нездешние слова,
Перед ней, царицей беззаконий,
Расточал рубины волшебства.
Аромат сжигаемых растений
Открывал пространства без границ,
Где носились сумрачные тени,
То на рыб похожи, то на птиц.
Плакали невидимые струны,
Огненные плавали столбы,
Гордые военные трибуны
Опускали взоры, как рабы.
А царица, тайное тревожа,
Мировой играла крутизной,
И ее атласистая кожа
Опьяняла снежной белизной.
Отданный во власть ее причуде,
Юный маг забыл про все вокруг,
Он смотрел на маленькие груди,
На браслеты вытянутых рук.
Юный маг в пурпуровом хитоне
Говорил, как мертвый, не дыша,
Отдал все царице беззаконий,
Чем была жива его душа.
А когда на изумрудах Нила
Месяц закачался и поблек,
Бледная царица уронила
Для него алеющий цветок.
«5 In the name of massacre / Hold tight, my one with wings! / There was an hour of crossing / And will be — of getting even. In that ton-and-half hour / Between fact and dream / Heavily paddled / The ship's wings. Between Charybdis — yes! — / And Scylla paddled away. / Oh my...»
«Horse — lame. / Sword — rusty. / Who — now? / Leader of crowds. Step — hour, / Sigh — century, / Look — down. / All — there. Foe. — Friend. / Thorn. — Laurel. / All — dream... / He. — Horse. Horse — lame. / Sword — rusty. / Cloak — ol»
«Into the ether / Leads the path. / Stop, now! / Blind is youth. / Higher, all higher! / Into blue rye! / Stop, now! / You'll step in the sky.»
«Above crosses and pipes, / Baptized in fire and smoke, / The heavy-footed archangel — / Eternal Vladimir, hello! He's the rider and he's the horse, / He's the right and he's the whim. / He sighed, and spat into the palms: / Hold tight, the dray fame! The singer of plaza wonders — /...»