There's no need to use the gift of speech,
There is hardly anything to teach,
And the features of the animal soul
Are sublimely sad and beautiful.
Having no command of human speech,
Nor anything teachable to teach,
It swims in the hoary ocean’s gulf,
Laughing like a happy dolphin calf.
Ни о чем не нужно говорить,
Ничему не следует учить,
И печальна так и хороша
Темная звериная душа:
Ничему не хочет научить,
Не умеет вовсе говорить
И плывет дельфином молодым
По седым пучинам мировым.
«To my sister Shura Come now, sing me the song our mother / Used to sing us long, long ago. / Not regretting hopes now smothered, / I’ll sing the descant that I know. It’s just because the tune’s familiar / That my heart and soul so rejoice, / Hearing as if from the home of our fami...»
«O you snowsleighs! Galloping horses! / By a devil were you devised. / As over the steppe you go coursing. / The sleigh bell laughs till it cries. No barking of dogs, no moon showing, / For miles around waste lands unfold. / My wild crazy life, keep on going, / I’m not irretrievably ol...»
«Whirlwinds of thick snow are riving and splitting, / A chill moon illumines the landscape below. / Once more I see native fields, through the blizzard / I see in the window a light is aglow. We are all vagrants, our needs aren’t extravagant. / What fell to me is my verses’ refrain. / ...»
«Shroud of blue vapours. Snowy expanses. / Moonbeams that gleam with a lemon-pale glow. / Soothed is the heart, although pain lightly stabs it. / Recalling what happened in years long ago. The snow by the porch like shifting sand is. / Yellow, like this, I recall, the moon shone / When in ...»