Oh, the unconquerable heaviness
Of these waters silenced
Behind centuries-old dams!
Oh Lord! It’s still the same, it’s hard for me
With my heart full to overflowing,
And a muse who’s un-talkative.
О, этих вод обезмолвленных
За вековыми запрудами
Тяжесть непреодолимая!
Господи! Так же мне! Трудно мне
С сердцем моим переполненным,
С Музой несловоохотливой.
«I'm tired of living in my land / With boring fields and buckwheat fragrant, / I'll leave my home for ever, and / Begin the life of thief and vagrant. / / I'll walk through silver curls of life / In search of miserable dwelling. / My dearest friend will whet his knife / On me. The...»
«Canes have started rustling on the river bank, / Princess-girl is crying with her face pale, blank. / / Pretty girl has chanted "loves me — loves me not", / The unwoven flowers down the river float. / / She is not to marry later in the spring, / Goblin has foretold a very fright...»
«Stars little stars, you're so high and so clear! / What have you got in you, so fascinating? / Stars, deep in thought, so discreet you appear, / What is the power that makes you so tempting? / / Stars, little stars, you're so dense and so solid! / What is it that makes you so great and ...»
«There's the silly elation, / The garden the windows look on! / Soundless sunset reflection / Swims in the pool, like a swan. / / Greetings, golden serenity, / Shadows of trees, black as tar! / Crows on the roof, in sincerity, / Hold vespers in praise of the star. / / Timidly, ...»