Not for safe-keeping for awhile, –
For the altar, not donation, –
For the fire, the fire, its oblation
Rapt Israel brought in times gone by!
And pleasing to Jehovah’s nostrils
Was smoke from sacrificial fires,
Because a consecrated offering
In truth, can not be taken back…
You, pastors of the flocks of Christ,
Merchants with a priestly ranking!
What is your gift? A simple price:
Deposit and withdrawal banking!
And Israel, your ancient torch
Shall shine above the world again,
The cross atop the church is stained
And God is clearly not within!
Не на храненье до поры, —
На жертвенник, а не в копилку, —
В огонь, в огонь Израиль пылкий
Издревле нес свои дары!
И дымный жертвенный пожар
Ноздрям Господним был приятен,
Затем, что посвященный дар
Поистине был безвозвратен...
Вы, пастыри Христовых стад,
Купцы с апостольской осанкой!
Что ваша жертва? Только вклад:
Внесли и вынули из банка!
И оттого твой древний свет
Над миром всходит вновь, Израиль,
Что крест над церковью истаял
И в этой церкви Бога нет!
«I have left my endeared home, / Getting out of my Russia of blue. / Little grove by the pond will warm / My old mother's sorrow anew. / / Like a golden croaker the moon / Lies prostrate on the water tranquil. / Grizzly hair, like apple-tree bloom, / In my father's beard will spill...»
«Don't you force a smile, girl, tensely, like you do, / The one I"m in love with isn't really you. / / I suppose you know it, and you know it well, / I"m not here to see you but another girl. / / I was passing by, and, well, I didn't care, — / I saw you and wanted just to stop and...»
«Trinity devotions. Morning cannon rite, / Birch-trees in the grove are filled with ringing light. / / Villagers are coming after festive sleep, / In the chimes of wind the heady spring will steep. / / There are bands and branches on the window panes. / I will cry with flowers over g...»
«Let's sit down here, my dearest, / Look and see how much I care. / I will listen to the tempest / Under your submissive stare. / / All this golden vegetation / And this fair lock of hair, — / They have come just like salvation / Of the loafer free of care. / / Long ago I ...»