In those days the first words
Were heard in infantile melody,
Jehovah’s youthful anger roared
Above the world like spring thunder,
And the cedars learned to cast their shade,
And Eve — she had only just fallen,
And her depths boiled with seed,
And the world was God, and God was passion.
He wore it out with His jealousy,
Pouring fire straight into the blood…
Israel, can you really have drunk up
All of the Lord’s first love?
В те дни младенческим напевом
Звучали первые слова,
Как гром весенний, юным гневом
Гремел над миром Егова,
И тень бросать учились кедры,
И Ева — лишь успела пасть,
И семенем кипели недра,
И мир был — Бог, и Бог — был страсть.
Своею ревностью измаял,
Огнем вливался прямо в кровь...
Ужель ты выпил всю, Израиль,
Господню первую любовь?
«As a wavy cloud, / Dust soars from wind gust; / Horsed man or dismounted — / Can't see in the dust! / / I see: someone's riding / Splendid dashing steed. / My friend, distant buddy, / Reminisce of me!»
«I have come to please you, dear, / To impart the sun be ardent, / Tell you that its glares quiver / On the leaves of the green garden; / Come to tell you: in the forest / Branches talk with animation, / Every early bird is earnest, — / Woods are full of a spring passion. /...»
«Do not elude — I will not sue / For your heart pain, nor secret worrying, / I want to plunge myself in mourning / And to repeat that I love you. / / It is suffice for me to fly / To you like waves run by the water — / To kiss cold granite I have gotten, / To kiss and after ...»
«The sounds have calmed down in the wood, / Soon the sunrays will stop be shining either... / My beautiful friend, oh, how much I would / Be glad to see you coming to me hither! Oh, how soon the charming childish word / To frightfulness will turn intense impatience? / Oh, how soon, li...»