Radiant ranks of seraphim
Stir the air about our bed.
With their windy wings and dim
Our hot cheeks are comforted.
Low the circling seraphs bend,
And we tremble and rejoice
At hosannas that ascend,
Winged with their unearthly voice.
Cloudy luminous faces hover,
And the wing-swept candles wane.
And our fiery breasts they cover
As with hidden holy rain.
Серафимов вереницы
Наше ложе окружили.
Веют в пламенные лица
Тихим холодом воскрылий.
Серафимы полукругом
Наклонились к изголовью;
Внемлем с радостным испугом
Неземному славословью.
Реют лики светлым дымом,
И крылами гасят свечи,
И кропят дождем незримым
Наши огненные плечи.
«Passing me by, as you walk / To charms doubtful and not mine — / If you but knew how much fire, / How much life is wasted in vain, On the rustling, occasional shade / What a heroic flame — / And how enflamed my heart / This gunpowder wasted in vain! O the trains flying into the nig...»
«I will fight you away from every sky, from every land, / For the forest is my cradle, the forest is where I’ll end, / For I stand upon the ground with only one foot of two, / For I’ll sing a song that nobody else could sing for you. I will fight you away from every night, from every time...»
«My voice is dumb and all the words, / In vain. So now, go! / I won't be in the right before / Anyone, I know. Beautiful coward, in this battle / It's not for me to fall! / But, dear youth, I do not fight / For power in this world. And this the noble-minded verse / Never yourself den...»
«1. We're sharp and we are ready, / All the faster. / In each word, in each glance, in each gesture — / Two sisters. Unique and refined our taste is / And our words, / We from the old Damascus / Are two swords. Out, threshing-floor and bread's burden / And the ox! / We — are ...»