Pavillions spread over the square,
The maple leaves kiss the stars.
It's night — a celebration there,
Merriment and festivity in the park.
But when a pyrotechnist hurls
A silvery light from tree-tops to sky,
Poet, don't put your trust
In the night's fantastic bursts.
The rocket will fly off and die,
Its fiery sparks will grow dim...
But a poet's heart shines forever
In the pure depths of a poem.
Расступились на площади зданья,
Листья клена целуют звезду.
Нынче ночью - большое гулянье,
И веселье, и праздник в саду.
Но когда пиротехник из рощи
Бросит в небо серебряный свет,
Фантастическим выстрелам ночи
Не вполне доверяйся, поэт.
Улетит и погаснет ракета,
Потускнеют огней вороха...
Вечно светит лишь сердце поэта
В целомудренной бездне стиха.
«Storms in the evening skies, / The din of a sea gone mad / Storms on the sea and broodings, / Heavy the pain as I brood — / Storms on the sea and broodings, / Whose chorus broods and grows loud — / Black cloud rears from black cloud, / The din of a sea gone mad.»
«As people sleep, my dear, let’s go to the shady garden. / As people sleep, only on us the stars are gazing. / But they can neither see us under the branching trees / Nor hear us — only the single nightingale hears... / But even he doesn’t hear — his song’s too loud; / The only th...»
«The roiling clouds were thrilling in the scarlet luster, / The evening fields were luxuriant and moist, / And for the last time, at the third pass the driver / Disappeared, the team raising no dust. No habitations were seen in the broad view. / Hearth and song far off — no surprise! / A...»
«Oh see the first lily of the valley! / From under the snow it asks only for / The sun’s beams; virgin luxury / In your fresh and fragrant pure odor! Bright as the first ray of spring! / What dreams descend upon it! / How enchantingly you betoken / How wildly spring will soon erupt! F...»