Ancient mysteries of nature
Sleep in secret, sacred fields.
Mother Earth! I’m but a stranger
To your endless vales and hills.
Vast of forests, breadth of waters,
Wings are strong below the sun.
But your ages and your wonders
Blur in planets’ endless run.
Not by you, I was anointed,
Not to you, my fate was sworn.
Now my journey is appointed
From the sunset towards dawn.
It’s my destiny to wander
Silent void of heaven blind.
As I rise to endless yonder,
I have nothing left behind.
Yet for you, in starry ether,
Where auroras dream in peace,
My blue eyes will shine forever
Like two moons in the abyss.
Там, где вечно дремлет тайна,
Есть нездешние поля.
Только гость я, гость случайный
На горах твоих, земля.
Широки леса и воды,
Крепок взмах воздушных крыл.
Но века твои и годы
Затуманил бег светил.
Не тобой я поцелован,
Не с тобой мой связан рок.
Новый путь мне уготован
От захода на восток.
Суждено мне изначально
Возлететь в немую тьму.
Ничего я в час прощальный
Не оставлю никому.
Но за мир твой, с выси звездной,
В тот покой, где спит гроза,
В две луны зажгу над бездной
Незакатные глаза.
«The distant and obscure sound, / A fruit fell from a tree among / Unceasing music of a tongue / Of forests – silent and profound…»
«The sound, muffled, cautious: / of tree’s fruit, falling, / among endless singing / silent forest depths…»
«Who hasn't built a house — / Is unworthy of earth. Who hasn't built a house — / Will not become earth: / Thatch — ashes… — I haven't built a house.»
«To Boris Pasternak Di — stance: versts, miles... / Have di — vided, di — vorced us, / To force us to be quiet / In two opposite corners of the world. Di — stance: versts, horizons... / Have unsticked, unsoldered us, / Moving apart, have crucified, / But they didn't know that we...»