Flowers bid goodbye to me,
Bowing their heads ever lower,
A sign that her face and my homeland
I am never more to see.
Be it so, my love! God bless!
You and earth my sight delighted.
I accept like a caress
This death-tremor and this silence.
And because I fully grasp
Life entire and, smiling, greet it,
I vow — from the first to last
All in it can be repeated.
When a new man comes along,
Grief shall not consume the loser,
He shall sing a better song
Than the old one she was used to.
As she hears the melody
With her lover of that hour,
Maybe she’ll remember me —
An inimitable flower.
Цветы мне говорят — прощай,
Головками склоняясь ниже,
Что я навеки не увижу
Ее лицо и отчий край.
Любимая, ну, что ж! Ну, что ж!
Я видел их и видел землю,
И эту гробовую дрожь
Как ласку новую приемлю.
И потому, что я постиг
Всю жизнь, пройдя с улыбкой мимо, —
Я говорю на каждый миг,
Что все на свете повторимо.
Не все ль равно — придет другой,
Печаль ушедшего не сгложет,
Оставленной и дорогой
Пришедший лучше песню сложит.
И, песне внемля в тишине,
Любимая с другим любимым,
Быть может, вспомнит обо мне
Как о цветке неповторимом.
«Indescribable blueness and gentleness... / Land so calm after thunder and gale. / In my heart, like a plain that is endless, / Scent of honey and rose I inhale. I am hushed. Time has done what it had to. / But no cUrses I heap on the past. / It’s as if through the country a frantic / ...»
«The disquiet of vaporous moonshine, / The heartache of plains without end — / In youth these aroused that confusion / Where loathing with love would contend. The dry willows lining the highway. / The waggon wheels’ long-drawn refrain... / For nothing on earth would I like now / To h...»
«Drowsy feather-grass. Beloved lowlands, / Wormwood fresh and of a leaden hue. / There’s no other country that so wholly / Calms my soul and warms me through and through. This would seem our common dispensation / And at one conclusion we arrive: / That, rejoicing, suffering and raging, /...»
«Leaves are falling, leaves are falling. / The wind is moaning / A long dull moan. / Who’ll bring joy, my heart enthralling? / Who, friend, shall my heart console? Heavy-lidded my eyes are, slowly / I fix my gaze upon the moon / And once more the cocks are crowing / In air to autumn ...»