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 was in love with you, but, may be, dear, / Love didn't die away inside of me. / I don't want to grieve you, I'm sincere, / But I was tormented by jealousy. / Oh, I admired you without hopes. / Love wouldn't worry, I swear by God, / And nobody would adore so, / Oh, so sincerely, as I ...»
«I loved Thou... Yet the love, may be, / Have died out in my soul not all, / But I decided not to worry Thee, / I want to sadden Thee with nothing. / I loved Thou soundlessly, hopelessly, / I was parched some time with the timidity, / Some time with the jealousy, / I love Thou so unaffe...»
«What means my name to you?.. 'Twil die / As does the melancholy rumour / Of distant waves, or, of a summer, / The forest's hushed nocturnal sigh. Found on a fading album page, / Dim will it seem and enigmatic, / Like words traced on a tomb, a relic / Of some long dead and vanished age. ...»
«What's in my name? It's soulless, / It shall expire, like the dismal roar / Of waves that hit the distant shore, — / Like nighttime noises in the forest! / Upon the memo sheet, in grief, / Its imprint in the stillborn gloom, / Much like the writing on the tomb, / In foreign language ...»