Humid! No freedom and no luck,
The night interminably goes on.
If only the thunder would clap.
Our cup to the rim is filled up!
Thunder, above the sea's clotting,
In the field and in forest sound,
And the cup of universal sorrow
Please split, scatter, and splash!
Душно! без счастья и воли
Ночь бесконечно длинна.
Буря бы грянула, что ли?
Чаша с краями полна!
Грянь над пучиною моря,
В поле, в лесу засвищи,
Чашу вселенского горя
Всю расплещи!..
«I know the truth — give up all other truths! / No need for people anywhere on earth to struggle. / Look — it is evening, look, it is nearly night: / what do you speak of, poets, lovers, generals? The wind is level now, the earth is wet with dew, / the storm of stars in the sky will turn...»
«I The graveyard, wasteland, then the shore, / Where the river shines cool and blue. / You told me: “Get thee to a nunnery or / Find a fool to marry you…” / That’s the sort of thing princes say, I know, / But I’ll never forget this one, – / Like an ermine mantle let your word...»
«It’s dark, despite the moon above. / For many, life may turn out better, — / Inside my soul, the spring of love / Will not replace the stormy weather. / The night’s spread out in the street, / And to my spirit’s muted stare, / That’s soaked in poison, hot and sweet, / It answ...»
«Let the nightingale resound, / Let us feel the first light’s gaze, / Let me wrap my arm, stretched out, / In the gloom, around your waist. The canoe will drift by, lazy, / Past the swaying reeds, eclipsed, / You will fall to me, embracing, / Burning passion - on your lips. Sing for m...»