Drowsily an aged pine
rustles in her sleep.
Leaning on her coarse-grained trunk
Here I stand and speak.
«little pine-tree, just my age,
Give me of your strength!
Not the usual nine months,
forty years I carried,
forty years I had been bearing,
forty years I had been begging,
begged my heart out, got by pleading,
brought to term
my soul.»
Дремлет старая сосна
И шумит со сна.
Я, к шершавому стволу
Прислонясь, стою.
— Сосенка-ровесница,
Передай мне силу!
Я не девять месяцев, —
Сорок лет носила,
Сорок лет вынашивала,
Сорок лет выпрашивала,
Вымолила, выпросила,
Выносила
Душу.
«I haven't forgotten you, dearie, / The shine of your hair and all. / It wasn't so easy and cheery / To leave you, as I recall. / / I haven't forgotten the autumn, / The rustle of birches, the night; / And though the days were shorter / The moonlight was long and bright. / / You...»
«Silver road, I wonder where / You are calling me anew? / Like a Thursday candle there / Shines a starlet over you. / / Are you fraught with joy or sorrow? / Isn"t madness your intent? / Help me, heart and soul, tomorrow / Love your hard snow to the end. / / Give me sunset for ...»
«— A sparrow where did you have your lunch? / — At the zoo I had it much. / First the food and beverage / I found at the lion`s cage. With the fox the lunch was shorter. / The walrus poured me glass of water. / Big elephant gave me a carrot. / The tall crane was a millet fan of. I...»
«Like smoke in the room you are out of view. / With a humble heart I will pray for you. / / Your oatmeal image feeds my soul, / You are my helper, my friend and all. / / The world is sown with the solar flame / The holy truth has got no name. / / The sand of the dream is keeping ...»