Nature is Rome, and is reflected there.
We see images of citizen's parades
Like in blue circus, in transparent air,
On forum of the fields and forest's collonades.
Nature is that same Rome, and once more
We do not need to worry Gods in guilt,
From animal entrails to divine of war,
To pray that slaves be quiet and stones be built.
Природа — тот же Рим и отразилась в нем.
Мы видим образы его гражданской мощи
В прозрачном воздухе, как в цирке голубом,
На форуме полей и в колоннаде рощи.
Природа — тот же Рим, и, кажется, опять
Нам незачем богов напрасно беспокоить, —
Есть внутренности жертв, чтоб о войне гадать,
Рабы, чтобы молчать, и камни, чтобы строить!
«If from the garden, this stupid maple / Spreading his branches would fly away! / Oh, if he could behave this way, / Oh, if he only would be able! / But he 's just thickening every week, / And all is leaving, but not leaving. / What is the point to be so weak / And stay whole...»
«You lost your Russia. 'Tis the end. / Did you oppose an element / Of bliss to one of evil and dark? / No? Then shut up! Missing the mark, / Your fate has sent you to a land / Cold, not affectionate, foreign, and / Your moans and sighs there in vain. / Russia 's not free. One...»
«Bliss is in the sparkles red, / Inspirations, flying and bright, / In our dreams, subtle and light, / In your eyes, tired and sad. Woe 's no faith, but reason, / Not to trust, but just to know, / Prophets, subject to derision, / And the search of bliss is a woe.»
«There 's evil in good and vice versa, / But people are neither that nor this. / They all are right, and even more so, / Not worth a curse, not worth a bliss. There is no Sweden or Japan, / But only people are around / Who under pale and crippled Sun / Are crawling on the s...»