The dull air is moist and resounding;
In the forest it is good and no danger.
Once again I will bear obediently
My light cross of solitary walks.
And once again a reproach to my heartless fatherland
Will fly up like a wild duck,
It is a gloomy life I take part in
Where every single one is alone!
A shot has rung out. Now over the drowsy lake
The ducks' wings are heavy.
And the pine trunks are stupefied
By their double, reflected existence.
The sky, dull with a strange shine...
A worldwide, misty pain...
Oh, let me also be misty in this way,
And let me not to love you.
Воздух пасмурный влажен и гулок;
Хорошо и не страшно в лесу.
Легкий крест одиноких прогулок
Я покорно опять понесу.
И опять к равнодушной отчизне
Дикой уткой взовьется упрек, —
Я участвую в сумрачной жизни,
Где один к одному одинок!
Выстрел грянул. Над озером сонным
Крылья уток теперь тяжелы.
И двойным бытием отраженным
Одурманены сосен стволы.
Небо тусклое с отсветом странным —
Мировая туманная боль —
О, позволь мне быть также туманным
И тебя не любить мне позволь.
«Thus others to the wounded crane / Call, “Kurlee, kurlee!” humbly. / As the autumnal fields remain / At once both, warm and crumbly… Thus, for me, ailing, a call resounds, / The golden wings are beating / Somewhere from the dense low clouds / And from the thickets, pleading: “I...»
«In the churchyard, I’ll sleep soundly / Underneath the slab of oak, / And my darling, you will run to me / For a Sunday morning talk — / Cross the stream and there you are, / Leaving grown-ups at a loss, / And sharp-sighted, from afar, / You will recognize my cross. / And I know ...»
«Your spirit, by your arrogance obscured, / Won’t let you see the sunlight in the world, / You say our faith is but a dream’s allure, / This capital — a mere mirage of old. You say — my country’s sinful, all the same, / And I say that your country’s simply godless. / And even ...»
«I come and I’m relieved of restlessness. / The early morning chill is nice to savor. / Mysterious and dark, those settlements — / Storehouses for prayer and tough labor. Such confident and tranquil love will not / Give way to any other place in time, / There is inside of me a drop of ...»