OK, Graylegs, time to set the plow
aside. Rainstorm lashes our faces.
Time to turn back to the barn,
to dinner, dreams, and darkness.
Полно, сивка, видно, тра
Бросить соху. Хлещет ливень и сечет.
Видно, ждет нас до утра
Сон, коняшня и почет.
«All people may be lost just once, / And a lost trace may not be found, / When man, who staying is with us, / Leaves into night, said "see around". And if he leaves within a day, / He does depart indeed and maybe / Let us return him anyway, / While he is crossing square stately. Let us ...»
«People аrе lost just оnсе, / Lost traces аrе not retraced, / See, оnе staying at уоur house, / Says good-bye, goes into the night. Ве it а daytime, he is / Still leaving you, so let us / Fetch him back now / Не is crossing the square. Fetch him right over, / Have а t...»
«For misfortune or for luck / Truth is easy, friend — / Never, please, come back / In old native land. Even if a house’s ruins / Looking pretty good, / You with me here find nothing / What we loved and would. Conversely journey / I so want forbid, / And I ask you as my brother...»
«O Thou, in universe so boundless, / alive in planets as they swarm / within eternal flow, yet timeless, / unseen, you reign in triune form! / Thy single Spirit all comprises, / from no abode or cause arises, / keeps paths that Reason never trod, / pervades, incarnate, all that's living...»