I have seen in a dream a juniper brush,
I have heard a distant metallical crush,
A ringing of amethyst berries I caught,
And quietly sleeping, I liked it a lot.
I sensed through the dream the sap in the air.
Looking in through the branches I was aware,
In the gloom of the wood, the arboreal shroud,
A hint of your smile could be made out.
Juniper bush, O juniper bush,
Treacherous lips that murmur and hush,
Delicate chatter whiffing of sap,
Piercing me with a death-dealing stab!
Golden skies on the other side of the glass
See the floating clouds coming to pass,
My garden is barren and nothing is lush...
May heaven forgive you, juniper bush!
Я увидел во сне можжевеловый куст,
Я услышал вдали металлический хруст,
Аметистовых ягод услышал я звон,
И во сне, в тишине, мне понравился он.
Я почуял сквозь сон лёгкий запах смолы.
Отогнув невысокие эти стволы,
Я заметил во мраке древесных ветвей
Чуть живое подобье улыбки твоей.
Можжевеловый куст, можжевеловый куст,
Остывающий лепет изменчивых уст,
Лёгкий лепет, едва отдающий смолой,
Проколовший меня смертоносной иглой!
В золотых небесах за окошком моим
Облака проплывают одно за другим,
Облетевший мой садик безжизнен и пуст…
Да простит тебя Бог, можжевеловый куст!
«I bless a night I sleep in my abode, / I bless a day when to my work I go, / Judgment and mercy of omniscient God, / The good law — and the stony law, My dusty purple, patched in every piece... / My dusty staff, in the eternal glow! / And else, O God, I bless forever — peace / And ...»
«If your soul was born with wings / What does a hut mean or a palace of kings! / What — Genghis Khan, and what — a horde! / I have two foes in the whole world, / They are two twins in one image united: / Hunger of hungry and glut of glutted.»
« As I was leaving Albion's shore, mist-covered, / O'erwhelmed by leaden waves it seemed to sink from view. / Behind the ship a halcyon still hovered / Whose quiet voice gave heart to all our sailor crew. / The slap of waves, the ev'ning sea breeze drowsing, / The same unch...»
«"I had been leaving coast of misty Albion." / How divine they are — this sadness and this height! / I see the dingy waves fall down and rise on, / The dingy firmament... I know that all by hart. I see the youth that leaned upon the high mast's rope, / As beautiful as if he were by fairie...»