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!
«1 The pillow is already hot / On both its sides. / The second candle’s at / Its end, and ravens’ cries / Are now resounding near. / I didn’t sleep this night, / Too late for sleep I fear, / Oh, how unbearably white / Is this curtain here. / Welcome! 2 The same voice and ga...»
«And cursing each other with brute / Passion, white-hot all through, / Neither one of us understood / How small the earth was for two, / That memory torments with spite, / Afflicting the most strong-hearted, / That one learns to plead in the night: / Where has my friend departed? / An...»
«A heavy shroud is placed onto the ground, / The bells are droning in a solemn show, / The spirit is again confused and troubled / By weary boredom of the Tsarskoe Selo. / Five years have passed. And all is dumb and dead here, / The world has reached the end, it seems. / The theme exhaust...»
«I cried and I even repented, / Let the sky thunder and groan! / My dark heart just couldn’t stand it / In your forsaken vacant home. / I know a pain that is unbearable, / The shame of returning stunned… / How frightening it is, how terrible, / To the unloved, to the quiet one. / ...»