For four years on end
Immortal was I.
For four years on end
Light-hearted was I.
For I never knew I would die one fine day,
For I never knew I would not live for aye.
You who know how to make life sweet and pleasant,
Like children, immortal — believe not in death;
Death's time is the future — but never the present,
Though you may be breathing your very last breath.
Года четыре был я бессмертен,
Года четыре был я беспечен,
Ибо не знал я о будущей смерти,
Ибо не знал я, что век мой не вечен.
Вы, что умеете жить настоящим,
В смерть, как бессмертные дети, не верьте.
Миг этот будет всегда предстоящим —
Даже за час, за мгновенье до смерти.
«There is some subtle, imperious connection / Between the flower's perfume and silhouette, / Such is the diamond's invisible perfection / Until the facets make it animate. So are the images of ever changing fancies, / That, like the clouds, in the heavens race, / Turned into stone, they ex...»
«Three apples — sagas' favorite selection, / Three symbols of rebellion on the earth, / In endless gardens of imagination, / They burn and shudder in illusions' breath. Oh, you, an apple — the first peoples' lure, / You took the Eden's light of those two, / You sent on heads of people...»
«You have to be high as a banner, / You have to be sharp as a sword; / Your face, like the Dante's one, forever / By flames of the Hell must be burnt. A cold observer of actions — / See all — in the white and the black. / And let be your highest perfection — / Intention to stride ...»
«Oh, my pale youth with your look full of fire, / Now, I give you my three sacred gnomes: / First, do not live in the everyday mire, / Just in the future, bards build their domes. Second, don't give to the people your fervor, / But fell in love with yourself, and — in whole, / Third, wor...»