Oh, Muse! I am at my coffin's door!
Be as it may, I am much to blame,
And let people's spite one hundred
Times more my sins' scope multiply –
Do not cry! Our drawn lot enviable,
They will not dispute this nor fight:
Between me and many honest hearts
You will not allow too long a rupture
In our living, breathing, blood union!
Some non-Russian will, without love,
Look upon you, pallid, blood-covered,
Flesh-flayed-by-a-thousand-strokes Muse...
О Муза! я у двери гроба!
Пускай я много виноват,
Пусть увеличит во сто крат
Мои вины людская злоба —
Не плачь! завиден жребий наш,
Не наругаются над нами:
Меж мной и честными сердцами
Порваться долго ты не дашь
Живому, кровному союзу!
Не русский — взглянет без любви
На эту бледную, в крови,
Кнутом иссеченную Музу…
«Everybody chooses for oneself / A woman, a religion, and a way. / To serve for the devil or prophet — / Everyone chooses for oneself. Everybody chooses for oneself / The sword for dueling or for battle. / The word for prayer or for love — / Everyone chooses for oneself. Everybody c...»
«Among the green sea waves, that kissed Tavrida, / At dawn I saw among so charming nereida. / Hidden between the trees, I hardly dared to sigh, / Over the clear moisture of her breasts could die, / So young and white, like swan them raised, / And streams of foam from her hair squeezed. »
«There’s jasmine altar, canopy shrine, / And virgins whitely dressed in rows. / Where the reed’s incense is smoking / Before the crystal statue of the goddess, / That putting down narrow its goat's eyes. A forest, morn, heat. An emerald’s green, / That in the crystal chrysolite shin...»
«No, the dead are never dead to us! / There is an old Scottish legend, / That their shadows, invisible to eyes, / In midnight visit us once on the weekend. That dusty harps are hanging on the walls, / Mysteriously touch by their hands, / And they awake in the slumbering strings / The s...»