Have thou mercy! Enough of this pain and frustration,
Let it end, this dark torture of shame and despair!
I forsook my self-will and its deadly temptations
I am tamed, thine for good. For my fate I don’t care.
We’ve been lost for too long in the depths of the ocean,
Locked in iron embrace of the shimmering tide,
Monster waves swirled us round in their merciless motion,
Beat and threw on the rocks where Grief took its hide.
Now, behold! Like white horses escaping from battle
Scraps of thunderous clouds are rushing away.
Shall we come to the isle where Sun goes to settle,
Step on its golden sand, kneel together – and pray?
Пощади, не довольно ли жалящей боли,
Темной пытки отчаянья, пытки стыда!
Я оставил соблазн роковых своеволий,
Усмиренный, покорный, я твой навсегда.
Слишком долго мы были затеряны в безднах,
Волны-звери, подняв свой мерцающий горб,
Нас крутили и били в объятьях железных
И бросали на скалы, где пряталась скорбь.
Но теперь, словно белые кони от битвы,
Улетают клочки грозовых облаков.
Если хочешь, мы выйдем для общей молитвы
На хрустящий песок золотых островов.
«I still have a hope to come back to my life / Just having waked up at the morn, good enough, — / At early, light one — all in crystal-clear dew — / Where boughs are set in the brilliant hue, / Where lakes of sundew in the thickets lie spread, / Reflecting the cloud’s alacritous ...»
«In the name of the word that, my dear, / Is best one and single for us, / Again fall in love with me here, / And tell me all this and — at once. Beware! You could loose the right moment! / So, call for, not looking at past, / The proud and happiest load / Of my love’s unusual thrust...»
«Not till the silver nor the golden wed / I will proceed to live with you, my friend. / But we have had the iron one before — / t’d gone through flames of the ferocious war. / This love I hold all golden weds above: / Like in the iron, I am still in love.»
«My foes will be not by my perish consoled — / They won’t have a reason to pour the false tears. / The hook, I’m to hang on, still isn’t in a board, / It’s not even forged, its ore lies in the earth. / I’ll stand up above my life’s bottomless crater, / Above all its fears and ...»