Farewell, my friend, and take it easy.
You are in my heart, my dear. Our odd
But predestined parting and the autumn’s withering
Promise the reunion afterward.
Farewell, my friend, no words, no crying
Don’t be sad, and, please, don’t wrinkle your brows.
There is nothing new — when one’s life ends with dying.
But and life itself is not a novelty, of course.
До свиданья, друг мой, до свиданья.
Милый мой, ты у меня в груди.
Предназначенное расставанье
Обещает встречу впереди.
До свиданья, друг мой, без руки, без слова,
Не грусти и не печаль бровей, —
В этой жизни умирать не ново,
Но и жить, конечно, не новей.
«God has no mercy on gardeners and reapers / And ringing, the rains fall awry / And the mosaic of wide cloaks now shimmers / In waters, that once showed the sky. The kingdom of water holds meadows and ranges, / And streams freely sing as they play, / The plums start to burst on the long sw...»
«We’re not in the forest, no need to bellow, — / Such mockery fills me with dread, / Won’t you sing lullabies in order to mellow / My wounded conscience instead? You have many other cares, / And a wife, I realize… / And the Petersburg spring stares / Deep into my withered eyes. ...»
«He was promised to me by it all: / The pleasant dream at Christmastime, / The tarnished sky of red and gold, / And Easter winds that seemed to chime, The red rods of the twigs, all nestled, / And waterfalls within the park, / And two big dragonflies that rested / Atop the fence corroded...»
«Each and every day, I get / One letter, like a bride. / I’m responding to my friend, / Writing late at night: “On my way into the dark, / I’ve stopped in white death’s den. / My dear, — don’t leave an evil mark / On another man.” And a brilliant star gleams / Between tw...»