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…
«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 ir...»
«Over the reeds of the tardy Nile, / Where only butterflies and birds / Are found, hides a forgotten tomb / Of a culpable but enchanting queen. The nightly mist carries its own deceit, / The moon rises, as a sinful siren, / A pale fog streaks through, / And from a cave, skulks a hyena. ...»
«Alongside the reeds of the sluggish Nile / Where birds and butterflies flit in the sun, / Lies the forgotten tomb’s rubble / Of a tyrannical and seductive Queen. The hazy night spreads deceptions, / White wisps of fog shift through the air / The moon is like a guilt-ridden siren, / An...»
«By the reeds of Ihe languid Nile / where only butterflies and birds fly, / lies hidden the forgotten grave / of a wicked but enchanting empress. / The dark night bears its illusions. / The moon rises like a sinful siren, / whitish mists swirl around / and a hyena steals from a cave. / ...»