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.
«To you, my rival, I will come sometime / At night when moon is standing overhead / When frogs are wailing loudly on the pond / And women are from pity going mad. And, marveling at beating of the eyelids / And on your jealous eyelashes, it seems, / I'll tell you that I'm not a human being ...»
«Who did not stomp on you — who did not melt you — / O merchant of the non-flammable roses! / One thing unshakable upon this planet / Did leave behind him Savior Jesus: Israel! Your second kingdom's coming: / For all the money, if they only knew, / You paid with all your blood — you...»
«You, measuring me by the days — / With me, the hot and homeless one, / Did you walk on the flaming squares / Under the giant, burning moon? And in the tavern filled with plague, / When solemn waltz a screech did make, / Did you not in a drunken fist / My long and piercing fingers bre...»
«1 Under the sixth birch / At the corner church / On the frosty dawn / Wait, Don Juan! But with groom, alas, / And my life I swear, / There is nowhere / In my land to kiss! We don't have a fountain, / And the well did freeze, / Strict, severe eyes / Does Madonna have. And so th...»