When day's light fades far away
And in darkness descends on huts,
The whole sky glitters overhead,
A colossal atom in motion sways.
And often by this dream I'm in torment,
That in another corner of the universe,
The same garden, darkness and stars
Exist, their beauty forever unspent.
And perhaps some other poet seems
To stand anguished in this garden,
Asking why, in my fading years,
I torment him with dark dreams.
Когда вдали угаснет свет дневной
И в черной мгле, склоняющейся к хатам,
Все небо заиграет надо мной,
Как колоссальный движущийся атом, —
В который раз томит меня мечта,
Что где-то там, в другом углу вселенной,
Такой же сад, и та же темнота,
И те же звезды в красоте нетленной.
И может быть, какой-нибудь поэт
Стоит в саду и думает с тоскою,
Зачем его я на исходе лет
Своей мечтой туманной беспокою.
«The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords, / The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter — / God saves all that — especially the words / Of love and pity, as His only way to utter. The harsh pulse pounds and the blood torrent whips, / The spade knocks even...»
«The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords, / The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter — / God saves all that — especially the words / Of love and pity, as His only way to utter. The harsh pulse pounds and the blood torrent whips, / The spade knocks evenl...»
«I’ve set my folks on a vacation, / From friends I’ve drifted far apart, / And now the permanent dejection / Submerses nature and the heart. Inside this lodge, we’re left alone. / The woods are dreary and remote. / And sprouts of grass, like in the song, / Have overgrown each path ...»
«Cool Water gurgles in the river / and the mountains’ shadow lies on the fields / and light fades in the sky. And birds / are already flying in dreams. / And the yardman with the black moustache / stands all night by the gate / and under his dirty hat he scratches / the back of his he...»