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!..
«Marvelous night picture, / It's so dear to me: / White plain, wintry mixture, / Full moon carefree, / / Light of soaring heaven, / Shiny snow display, / And a lonely racing / Of the distant sleigh.»
«As a wavy cloud, / Dust soars from wind gust; / Horsed man or dismounted — / Can't see in the dust! / / I see: someone's riding / Splendid dashing steed. / My friend, distant buddy, / Reminisce of me!»
«I have come to please you, dear, / To impart the sun be ardent, / Tell you that its glares quiver / On the leaves of the green garden; / Come to tell you: in the forest / Branches talk with animation, / Every early bird is earnest, — / Woods are full of a spring passion. /...»
«Do not elude — I will not sue / For your heart pain, nor secret worrying, / I want to plunge myself in mourning / And to repeat that I love you. / / It is suffice for me to fly / To you like waves run by the water — / To kiss cold granite I have gotten, / To kiss and after ...»