I'll say this in a whisper, in draft,
because it's early yet:
we have to pay
with experience and sweat
to learn the sky's free play.
And under purgatory's temporal sky
we easily forget:
the dome of heaven
is a home
to praise forever, wherever.
Я скажу это начерно, шопотом
Потому что еще не пора:
Достигается потом и опытом
Безотчетного неба игра.
И под временным небом чистилища
Забываем мы часто о том,
Что счастливое небохранилище —
Раздвижной и прижизненный дом.
«I have come to please you, dear, / To impart the sun be ardent, / Tell you that its glares quiver / On the leaves of the green garden; / Come to tell you: in the forest / Branches talk with animation, / Every early bird is earnest, — / Woods are full of a spring passion. /...»
«Do not elude — I will not sue / For your heart pain, nor secret worrying, / I want to plunge myself in mourning / And to repeat that I love you. / / It is suffice for me to fly / To you like waves run by the water — / To kiss cold granite I have gotten, / To kiss and after ...»
«The sounds have calmed down in the wood, / Soon the sunrays will stop be shining either... / My beautiful friend, oh, how much I would / Be glad to see you coming to me hither! Oh, how soon the charming childish word / To frightfulness will turn intense impatience? / Oh, how soon, li...»
«Wake her not out of sleep at the dawn, / At the dawn she is sleeping too sweet. / On her breast there is breath of the morn, / On the cheeks dimples are blooming with it. Hot is this sound sleep of the maid’s / Yet she now is foreign to trouble; / By the shoulders are running h...»