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.
«Not only in lives of the gods and demons, / the power of a number opens itself. / Pythagoras By ways, prohibited for humane meditations, / The prophets, dreamers, sibyls and diviners, / Out of consciousness, oozed into habitation, / Where reign in glory the majestic numbers. An intuition...»
«I don't have any my obligations, / But the real assurance in me. / This idea has not validations, / Only love helps its rightness to see. They are endless — the ways of perfection, / Keep each moment of life strong and safe! / This world has only single attraction — / To become a be...»
«The sea — in a peace, long and lethal — / The movement — as if vaporized. / The sea — as if, made from cast metal, / A mirror of purified skies. The stones, in hardness of doze, / The shores, by repose enslaved, — / Dream of the daring and joyous, / Honey and sour wave.»
«Just a few names reach us from the kingdom of Chronos — / From the previous worlds — from the centuries that passed; / Like the Altair's beam, like a star, these few souls / Through the darkness of times shine forever to us. And they pass by, they pass by, they pass by — the years, / ...»