Already now the weary day
Has through the purple waves descended;
The cooling shades have fast extended;
The azure arch of heaven grows gray!
And solemn Night with peaceful pinions
Comas winging through her vast dominions,
And Hesper with his glittering star
Is herald of her flight afar!
To us, O heavenly Night, draw near
With Slumber’s welcome chalice hovering,
With magic curtain all things covering,
To weary hearts bring peace and cheer!
Soothe with thy presence so pacific,
With thy sweet music soporific,
As mothers soothe their babes to rest,
The soul by sorrow’s pangs distrest.
Уже утомившийся день
Склонился в багряные воды,
Темнеют лазурные своды,
Прохладная стелется тень;
И ночь молчаливая мирно
Пошла по дороге эфирной,
И Геспер летит перед ней
С прекрасной звездою своей.
Сойди, о небесная, к нам
С волшебным твоим покрывалом,
С целебным забвенья фиалом,
Дай мира усталым сердцам.
Своим миротворным явленьем,
Своим усыпительным пеньем
Томимую душу тоской,
Как матерь дитя, успокой.
«And here I am, I stay alone / To count the empty days. / Oh my free friends, / Oh my swans! And I won't call you with a song, / I won't return you with tears, / But in the evening at a doleful time / I'll mention you in prayer. Caught by a deadly arrow, / One of you has fallen, / A...»
«The bread is poisoned and the air’s drunk dry, / How difficult to doctor wounds! / Joseph sold into Egypt / Could not have grieved so much for home! As they ride beneath a star-studded sky, / Bedouin tribesmen with closed eyes / Compose wild legends / About the troubled day gone by. ...»
«To N. Gumilyov Above the yellow Offices of State / A muzzy blizzard long swirled and fanned, / And mounting in a sleigh, an advocate / Closes his greatcoat with expansive hand. The steamers at winter moorings. In the sun / The thickened glass of cabins has caught alight. / Monstrous, lik...»
«We look at woods and say: / Here is a forest of ships and of masts, / The pink pines / Stand free to their tops from mossy accretions, / They should creak in a storm / As do lone-standing stone pines / In the infuriated foresdess air; / Beneath the salty heel of wind the plumb line sta...»