In my night-time fever
I see you, O
Winged Victory of Samothrace,
reaching out your arms.
First night-silence runs
from you, then your blind
inexorable driving flight
brings giddiness, whirling sick.
Your crazy-bright eyes
laugh, and blaze,
and our shadows run behind us,
and can’t keep up, can’t keep up.
В час моего ночного бреда
Ты возникаешь пред глазами —
Самофракийская Победа
С простертыми вперед руками.
Спугнув безмолвие ночное,
Рождает головокруженье
Твое крылатое, слепое,
Неудержимое стремленье.
В твоем безумно-светлом взгляде
Смеется что-то, пламенея,
И наши тени мчатся сзади,
Поспеть за нами не умея.
«A seed of jolly grape I'll put into the earth, / I'll kiss the vine and tear off ripe bunches. / I gather friends and tune my heart to love them all. / If not, what is the cause to live on Earth eternal? / / Dear guests get together, welcome for my treat. / Speak up what you think of me...»
«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 ...»
«You're looking so sad, it seems you've lost your heart. / Your hands are so thin resting around your knees. / Listen, far away in a country fabulous Chad / One superb giraffe wonders alone in peace. You know, a graceful slimness and bliss he's got, / And enchanting design on his skin / I ...»
«Their souls' love near the sea was born / In sacred groves of virgin devotees, / Where the play of strings and agile breeze / Competes with joyful songs from dusk till dawn. / / The Priest... Unlikely human shape / Could be that weird handsome... / His lips were shut; his look was awe...»