I view the promised land before me, —
Gleaming of waters, tents of trees.
But anger of the Lord forbore me
To touch the dower I long to seize.
I rose from heat and sandy places,
I tasted death in living hours:
My strength so wanes, that it effaces
Within my soul all placid powers.
And if my mournful-tuned ovation
Is chanted to that glad domain,
I shape a hymn of salutation,
Not for my own, but others' gain.
Я вижу край обетованный,
Сверканье вод, шатры дерев.
Но преступить предлог желанный
Мне запретил Господний гнев.
Устал я от песков и зноя,
Еще при жизни смерть вкусил.
Так изнемог, что для покоя
В моей душе нет больше сил.
И если радостному краю
Поет привет мой грустный стих,
Я гимн приветственный слагаю
Не для себя, а для других.
«Sleep the rattles and dogs of neighbors — / Not one voice, not one car. / O lover, do not investigate / Why I am parting the bar. New moon to a midnight is going: / Hour of monks — and of sharp-eyed birds, / Hour of youths and conspirators, / Hour of lovers and murderers. Here eac...»
«There is no day's temptation / In a folio in which people die. / To woman — all of the planet, / To woman — Ars Amandi. Heart — of a lovers' potion / Heart — is more loyal than all. / Somebody's mortal sin is / Woman from the cradle. Ah, so far to the heaven! / Lips — ...»
«1 Clouds — all around, / Cupolas — around, / Over all Moscow / Many arms are wound! — / I am lifting you, my best burden you / Oh my little tree / Flying weightlessly! In this wonder-town, / In this peaceful town, / Where if I were dead / I'd be happy one, / To be king f...»
«2 From my hands — not a hand-created town, / My gorgeous brother, my strange one. Upon the church — Forty times forty, side by side, / And pigeons that above them glide. And Spassky — with flowers — gate, / Where Orthodox Believer doffs his hat. The starry belltower — haven f...»