A human being, as much as he is grand,
Essentially, is just a thinking plant.
We are related to all trees and grass,
And their kinship can’t belittle us.
We're given from before our birth
The steadfastness of plants, their life force.
Человек — хоть будь он трижды гением —
Остается мыслящим растением.
С ним в родстве деревья и трава.
Не стыдитесь этого родства.
Вам даны до вашего рождения
Сила, стойкость, жизненность растения.
«The posters shout, their gorgeous motley blares, / The signboards' groaning fills the street, / And from the shops a shrill light sharply flares, / As cries of triumph mock defeat. / Behind the glimmering panes soft fabrics sleep, / And diamonds pour their poison daze, / Above massed coi...»
«On slow and smoky fire thou burn'st and art consuméd, / Oh, thou, my soul. / On slow and smoky fire thou burn'st and art consuméd, / With hidden dole. Thou droopest like Sebastian, pierced with pointed arrows, / ...»
«"Trample their Paradise, Attila!" / — Vyacheslav Ivanov. Where do you stray, heavy Huns, / Who weigh on the world like a cloud? / Far, under Asian suns, / Your cast-iron tread is loud. Swoop down in a drunken horde / From your dark encampments, rise / In a tide of crimson poured / ...»
«Through tannic steam I catch a glimpse of Fuji: / Against a yellow sky volcanic gold / A saucer narrows nature very strangely, / In shallow ripples lovely to behold. / The clouds, like little webs, like spider legs, / Are pierced by sun no bigger than a mote, / And bird-fish, ...»