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.
«When a patterned stuff will so flutter. / And a burning flame is so white, / No need now to smile or to utter: / Just remain as you were, in my sight. Just remain in your darkness and drooping, / More pale than an autumn at dawn. / Out there where the willow is stooping / To shivering s...»
«Let vain excitement’s shrine be covered with new grasses. / And let the waxen hand be in the grave forgot. / Naught but confusion will be all my life that passes / With you, it seems, and anguished longing all my lot No, not for those alas I to whom, so undeserving, / I did in jealous car...»
«God, who created me from sodden clay. / Has from the earth not set me free. / All that my earth, its dales and peaks display. / As my own self, is dear to me. When to a distant road my glances flit, / It seems to me I understand / All rolling wheels, all stones and steps on it. / As if ...»
«Inside a jar with painted flowers / A surly servant carries wine. / In skies above the darkness lowers, / The road is rough and no stars shine. / With straining eyes to guide his going. / He peers into the darkness dim. / Lest the wine flood and overflowing / Drip down and soak his bre...»