The snow is whirling lively and strong,
A three horse sleigh is dashing along.
Some young ones are in the sleigh. Oh Boy!
Where is my happiness? Where is my joy?
All has slipped by through the storm in this way, —
Dashing like mad in a three horse sleigh.
Снежная замять крутит бойко,
По полю мчится чужая тройка.
Мчится на тройке чужая младость.
Где мое счастье? Где моя радость?
Все укатилось под вихрем бойким
Вот на такой же бешеной тройке.
«Cold frost and sunshine: day of wonder! / But you, my friend, are still in slumber — / Wake up, my beauty, time belies: / You dormant eyes, I beg you, broaden / Toward the northerly Aurora, / As though a northern star arise! Recall last night, the snow was whirling, / Across the skyl...»
«The hills of Georgia greet the gloomy night / And the Aragva roars beneath me. / I feel so sad and free; my sorrow's bright; / It's overfilled with you, believe me, / With you, and only you... My melancholy / Is undisturbed and peaceful today, / My heart now burns anew and loves in folly...»
«Poet, though people praise you, don’t feel proud. / A minute later, people’s praise can disappear. / Hearing the verdict of a fool and laughing crowds, / You must remain unmoved, and calm and clear. You are a czar: live on your own. Wander about / Wherever boundless musings guide your w...»
«From the elation of the years that faded, / As though from drinking, I feel wearied, jaded. / But still, the sorrow of lost years — like wine, / Grows only stronger in my soul with time. / My road is gloomy. Only work and sorrow / Are promised by the raging seas of morrow. But, o my fri...»