The streams of time
on stone dreams,
the rush of streams
on time's stones.
Rustling sedge
at the lake's edge —
reverent hush,
reverberant rush.
Времыши-камыши
На озера береге,
Где каменья временем,
Где время каменьем.
На берега озере
Времыши, камыши,
На озера береге
Священно шумящие.
«Brethren, let’s praise the dusk of freedom / With its great year of twilit gloom, / Its hefty grove of dangling snares / Cast into the night’s jet-black waters! / From under a deaf age’s yoke / You rise, O sun! O judge! O folk! And let us praise the fatal burden / Taken up in tear...»
«Whoever kisses time’s ancient nodding head / will remember later, like a loving son, / how the old man lay down to sleep / in the drift of wheat outside the window. / He who has opened the eyes of the age, / two large sleepy apples with inflamed lids, / hears forever after the roar of ...»
«He who has kissed time on its tormented temple / With filial tenderness will subsequently / Recollect how time took to its bed in a snowbank / The color of wheat beyond the window. / He who had raised the century’s inflamed eyelids — / Two giant apples swollen with sleep — / Will c...»
«Skyscrapers, and the sky below, / It nears the earth in misty layers. / The same covert and secret woe / Persists in vast and happy Paris. The evening boulevards are loud, / The sunset’s final glimmer dies. / And there are couples all around, / And trembling lips and daring eyes. I...»