Love neighbors as thyself, they say...
But me myself despise.
While yearning for ethereal,
I see my truths and lies.
And if I ever loved someone,
I only had in mind
To find the innocence of heart,
A ray of truth divine.
But after sobering from dreams,
In foreign souls I saw
The mirrored passions of my whims,
The stain of all my flaws,
My own lies, the shame of all my trials.
And while for all I equally bemoan,
I hate them all,
As I despise my own.
Любить других, как самого себя...
Но сам себя презреньем я караю.
Какой-то сон божественный любя,
В себе и ложь и правду презираю.
И если человека я любил,
То лишь в надежде смутной и чудесной
Найти в другом луч истины небесной,
Невинность сердца, мыслей чистых пыл.
Но каждый раз, очнувшись от мечтаний,
В чужой душе все глубже и ясней
Я прозревал клеймо своих страстей,
Свою же ложь, позор своих страданий.
И всех людей, равно за всех скорбя,
Я не люблю, как самого себя.
«The dull melancholy, and no one to offer a hand / In times of a destitute feeling… / The wishing!.. What good is to wish with no merit or end? / And years keep on passing — the ones most appealing! To love... but then whom?.. For a time, isn’t worth the travail; / Forever, no love has...»
«(fragment) Over my street for many-many years, / sound the steps — my friends leave me forever. / The slow exodus of all my dear friends / takes from the dark by windows its favor. / . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . / Oh, constant loneliness, how hard are manners yours! / ...»
«1 I'm alone on the path just taken; / Glittering, it stretches through the fog; / Quiet night. All harkens to the Maker, / And two stars begin a dialogue. 2 It is grand and solemn in the heavens! / In the azure radiance Earth rests... / Why then does my heart seem so heavy? / Do I ho...»
«We meet again, and all the bygone / Is brightening up my aging soul; / I summon up the golden time, and / My heart is ever so consoled… Like by the end of autumn, sometimes, / There happen days, there is an hour / When, with a sudden breath of springtime, / A feeling gets the spirit r...»