With a cane he feels his way,
blind man on a random walk,
carefully he plants a foot
and mumbles something to himself.
In the whiteness of his eyes
a universe reflected back:
a house, a field, a fence, a cow,
patches of a pale blue sky —
everything that he can't see.
Палкой щупая дорогу,
Бродит наугад слепой,
Осторожно ставит ногу
И бормочет сам с собой.
А на бельмах у слепого
Целый мир отображен:
Дом, лужок, забор, корова,
Клочья неба голубого —
Все, чего не видит он.
«I shall saddle a horse, / A swift courser, he, / I shall fly, I shall rush, / As the hawk is keen, / Over fields, over seas, / To a distant land. / I shall overtake there / My young youth again. / I shall make myself spruce / Be a blade again, / I shall make a fine show / For t...»
«Through the heavens of midnight an angel was sped / Who lifted his chant as he fled. / The moon and the clouds and the stars leaned to hear / The song rising holy and clear. He sang of the spirits, the sinless, the blest, / Who softly in Paradise rest. / Of the gardens...»
«We drink life's cup with thirsty lips, / Our eyes shut fast to fears; / About the golden rim there drips / Our staining blood, our tears. But when the last swift hour comes on, / The light long hid is lit, / From startled eyes the band is gone, / We suffer and submit. It is not our par...»
«For all, I thank Thee, I, the meek remitter: / For passion's secret torments without end, / The kiss of venom, and the tears too bitter, / The vengeful enemy, the slanderous friend, / The spirit's ardor on the desert squandered, / For every lash of life's deceiving thong; / I thank Thee ...»