I'm a shepherd, and my parlours
Are the ruffled pasture sides,
Slopes of verdant hills and furrows,
Balks, with booming cry of snipes.
Yellow foamy clouds are trimming
Pine-tree wood with lace designs,
While I listen, lightly dreaming,
To the whisper of the pines.
Dewy poplars, softly waving,
Shine with verdure on the scene.
I am a shepherd, and my dwelling
Is the gentle field of green.
Cows salute and hail me chatting,
Using their tongue of nods.
Fragrant flowers are inviting,
Kindly, to the river spots.
I forget all grieves and cares,
On a heap of twigs, I dream.
To the sun I say my prayers,
'nd make communion by the stream.
Я пастух, мои палаты —
Межи зыбистых полей.
По горам зеленым — скаты
С гарком гулких дупелей.
Вяжут кружево над лесом
В желтой пене облака.
В тихой дреме под навесом
Слышу шепот сосняка.
Светят зелено в сутёмы
Под росою тополя.
Я — пастух; мои хоромы —
В мягкой зелени поля.
Говорят со мной коровы
На кивливом языке.
Духовитые дубровы
Кличут ветками к реке.
Позабыв людское горе,
Сплю на вырублях сучья.
Я молюсь на алы зори,
Причащаюсь у ручья.
«From the bag / To the floor things fell down. / And I think / That the world / Is only a grin / Glimmering / On the hanged man’s mouth.»
«My bag breaks / and everything falls to the floor. / It occurs to me / the world is a grin that flickers / on a hanged man’s dead face.»
«Winganging with golden writing / Of the thinnest veins, / The grasshopper put inside of his body sails / Many stems of riverside grass. / Pin-pin-pin! — a magpie’s blast. / Oh, swanarvel! / Oh, raise up!»
«Glitter-letter wing-winker / gossamer grasshopper / packs his belly-basket / with credo-meadow grass. / Zin! Zin! Zin! sings / the raucous racket-bird! / Swan-white wonder! / Brighter, brighter, bright!»