The river quietly dreams.
Dark forest stands still.
Crake doesn’t scream.
And nightingales don’t trill.
It’s a night of silence.
The rill hardly makes a sound,
While moon’s brilliance
Silvers everything around.
Silver shines the river.
Silver shines the rill.
Silver shines and shivers
Dewy grass on the hill.
Night. Just silence.
All nature sleeps, safe and sound,
While moon’s brilliance
Silvers everything around.
Тихо дремлет река.
Тёмный бор не шумит.
Соловей не поёт
И дергач не кричит.
Ночь. Вокруг тишина.
Ручеёк лишь журчит.
Своим блеском луна
Всё вокруг серебрит.
Серебрится река.
Серебрится ручей.
Серебрится трава
Орошённых степей.
Ночь. Вокруг тишина.
В природе все спит.
Своим блеском луна
Всё вокруг серебрит.
«Pray for the lost and overburdened, / For my living soul tonight, / You, in your path, so fixed and certain, / Having seen the cabin’s light. Sad and thankful, I’ll plainly / Tell you all without disguise, / How the blissful night had drained me, / How the morning breathed with ice....»
«The faded flag above the customs office, / The city in a yellow, murky veil. / My heart slows down, beating ever cautious, / And I feel pain each time that I inhale. To be a girl again, live in this coastal town, / Wear sandals on my feet, rejoice, / And heap my braids up high into a crow...»
«Her dry lips were tightly closed up. / Three thousand candles swayed. / Thus Princess Eudoxia lay atop / The scented, sapphire brocade. A tearless mother, bowing down, / Prayed to her for her blind son, / And a voiceless hysteric thrashed about / Lapping for air on the run. And he, who...»
«My youth was hard to endure. / With so much sorrow to bear. / How can a soul this poor / Be returned to You rich and fair? / A song of praise, long and elegant, / The flattering fate sings fervent. / Lord, Almighty! I’m negligent, / Always Your miserly servant. / Not a rose, not a ...»