Memory has veiled
much evil;
her long lies leave nothing
to believe.
There may be no cities
or green gardens;
only fields of ice
and salty oceans.
The world may be pure snow,
a starry road;
just northern forest
in the mind of God.
Память скрыла столько зла
Без числа и меры.
Всю-то жизнь лгала, лгала.
Нет ей больше веры.
Может, нет ни городов,
Ни садов зеленых,
И жива лишь сила льдов
И морей соленых.
Может, мир – одни снега,
Звездная дорога.
Может, мир — одна тайга
В пониманье Бога.
«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...»
«Wake her not out of sleep at the dawn, / At the dawn she is sleeping too sweet. / On her breast there is breath of the morn, / On the cheeks dimples are blooming with it. Hot is this sound sleep of the maid’s / Yet she now is foreign to trouble; / By the shoulders are running h...»
«Coated with moss a grey granite / Sprawls there prostrated like Titan / Fallen amid rocks and stones / Fitting a lock on the chasm; / Still the wild violent flow / Rushes downward through the obstacles / Casting on wet blackened boulders / Pearls of a nice sparkling foam. ...»