In the clear cold the dales grow blue and tremble;
The iron hoofs beat sharply, knock on knock.
The faded grasses in wide skirts assemble
Flung copper where the wind-blown willows rock,
From empty glens, a slender arch ascending,
Fog curls upon the air and mosswise grows,
While evening, low above the river bending,
In its white waters washes his blue toes.
В прозрачном холоде заголубели долы,
Отчетлив стук подкованных копыт,
Трава поблекшая в расстеленные полы
Сбирает медь с обветренных ракит.
С пустых лощин ползет дугою тощей
Сырой туман, курчаво свившись в мох,
И вечер, свецившись над речкою, полощет
Водою белой пальцы синих ног.
«By a cliff a golden cloud once lingered; / On his breast it slept, but, riseing early, / Off it gently rushed across the pearly / Blue of sky, a tiny thing and winged. Still, a trace it left upon the stony / Giant's heart, and plunged in thought and weeping / Slow and tortured tears, he s...»
«Clouds in the skies above, heavenly wanderers, / Long strings of snowy pearls stretched over azure plains! / Exiles like I, you rush farther and farther on, / Leaving my dear North, go distances measureless. What drives you southward? Is't envy that covertly / Prods you or malice whose arro...»
«In noon's heat, in a dale of Dagestan / With lead inside my breast, stirless I lay; / The deep wound still smoked on; my blood / Kept trickling drop by drop away. On the dale's sand alone I lay. The cliffs / Crowded around in ledges steep, / And the sun scorched their tawny tops / And ...»
«Forever you, the unwashed Russia! / The land of slaves, the land of lords: / And you, the blue-uniformed ushers, / And people who worship them as gods. I hope, from your tyrannic hounds / To save me with Caucasian wall: / From their eye that sees through ground, / From their ears that h...»