The tangled wood was full of sound
the forest screamed, the forest groaned
with fear
to see the spear-man beast his spear.
Why does hart's horn hang heavy
with the moving mark of love?
Arrow's flash of metal hits a haunch,
and reckons right. Now beast is broken
to his knees, beaten to the ground.
His eyes look deep at death.
The horses clatter, snort, and chatter:
«We bring the Tall Ones. Useless to run.»
Useless only your exquisite motion,
your almost feminine face. No action
can save you. You fly from rack and ruin,
and searching spear-man follows fast.
Panting horses always closer,
branching antlers always lower,
twangling bowstrings over and over,
nor help nor hart from hurt and hazard.
But he rears abruptly, bristles, roars —
and shows a lion's cruel claws.
With lazy ease he touches, teases —
teaches the trick of terror.
Acquiescent and still,
they fall to fill their graves.
He rises rampant. Regal roar.
And around him everywhere lay beaten slaves.
Были наполнены звуком трущобы,
Лес и звенел и стонал,
Чтобы
Зверя охотник копьем доконал.
Олень, олень, зачем он тяжко
В рогах глагол любви несет?
Стрелы вспорхнула медь на ляжку,
И не ошибочен расчет.
Сейчас он сломит ноги оземь
И смерть увидит прозорливо,
И кони скажут говорливо:
«Нет, не напрасно стройных возим».
Напрасно прелестью движений
И красотой немного девьего лица
Избегнуть ты стремился поражений,
Копьем искавших беглеца.
Все ближе конское дыханье
И ниже рог твоих висенье,
И чаше лука трепыханье,
Оленю нету, нет спасенья.
Но вдруг у него показались грива
И острый львиный коготь,
И беззаботно и игриво
Он показал искусство трогать.
Без несогласья и без крика
Они легли в свои гробы,
Он же стоял с осанкою владыки —
Были созерцаемы поникшие рабы.
«I do not regret, and I do not shed tears, / All, like haze off apple-trees, must pass. / Turning gold, I'm fading, it appears, / I will not be young again, alas. / / Having got to know the touch of coolness / I will not feel, as before, so good. / And the land of birch trees, - oh my ...»
«The tired day droops, slowly waning, / The noisy waves are now tranquil. / The sun has set, the moon is sailing / Above the world, absorbed and still. / / The valley listens to the babbles / Of peaceful river in the dale. / The forest, dark and bending, slumbers / To warbling of the...»
«It's sad to look at you, my love, / And it's so painful to remember! / It seems, the only thing we have / Is tint of willow in September. / / Somebody's lips have outworn / Your warmth and body trepidation, / As if the rain was drizzling down / The soul, that stiffened in congestio...»
«The pearl bejeweling the quiet of night, / The gem of the lagoon's star-studded base! / Your light makes young and pallid every face, / Thorn-apple longs for You in love-lorn plight. Love's anguish echoes in the hearts the tunes / That, string-like strummed, Your rays set loose. / Uneas...»