You are a woman; you’re a book of books,
You are a scroll furled up upon impression;
Its lines replete with words and ruminations,
And every instant’s wild in its crooks.
You are a woman, the witches brew creation,
Which sets on fire hardly reaching lips,
But fire-swallowers subdue their own shrieks
By drowning mad torture in laudations.
You are a woman and in this you’re just,
From the inception crowned in constellations,
A deity epitome within our chasms!
We serve you grinding rocky foundations,
We bear iron burden for your sake,
And pray to you with fervor in your wake!
Ты — женщина, ты — книга между книг,
Ты — свёрнутый, запечатлённый свиток;
В его строках и дум и слов избыток,
В его листах безумен каждый миг.
Ты — женщина, ты — ведьмовский напиток!
Он жжёт огнём, едва в уста проник;
Но пьющий пламя подавляет крик
И славословит бешено средь пыток.
Ты — женщина, и этим ты права.
От века убрана короной звёздной,
Ты — в наших безднах образ божества!
Мы для тебя влечём ярем железный,
Тебе мы служим, тверди гор дробя,
И молимся — от века — на тебя!
«In my delirium, only the endlessness / Of some sharp lines plagues me, / And the bell incessantly tolls / As a clock, striking eternity. It seems to me, that after death it’s how, / With an agonising hope of resurrection, / The eyes get fixed on the surrounding murk, / Seeking the old...»
«Birth of the word is by agony molded, / Through earthly life it is quietly going, / It is a stranger, which drinks from the golden / Pitcher the drops of the savages’ mourning. Go to Nature! The Nature is hostile, / All here is frightening, all is in fullness, / There are the trumpets...»
«In the days when the God eternal / Was declining face to the new world, / By the Word they stopped the sun’s inferno, / And destroyed the towns by the Word. And an eagle was falling at the ground, / Stars were backing to the moon in fright, / If, as made from orange flames a cloud, / ...»
«Long ago, when the world unfolded, / As Almighty God would drop His face, / With the word the burning sun was halted / And the cities would be laid to waste. And the eagle would be stopped from flying, / And the stars clung to the moon in fright, / If abruptly, like a scarlet fire, ...»