I love Humanity and Nature,
But I don't like to merely stroll,
I know for sure, while filling pages:
No one will grasp my works at all.
Content with small stuff, I’m beholding
What stingy life gave, as it could:
A leaning elm and barn — my gold things,
A small, wide hill; on it, a wood.
No ill-bred fame or persecution
From fellow men I think I'll face,
Yet I've been trimming lilac bushes
Around my garden and terrace.
Люблю людей, люблю природу,
Но не люблю ходить гулять,
И твердо знаю, что народу
Моих творений не понять.
Довольный малым, созерцаю
То, что дает нещедрый рок:
Вяз, прислонившийся к сараю,
Покрытый лесом бугорок…
Ни грубой славы, ни гонений
От современников не жду,
Но сам стригу кусты сирени
Вокруг террасы и в саду.
«Forget the loss belated and early celebration / When moon wheels hit the roadway in time for separation. / The profile of an owl looks down from the cart, / The simple song of crickets storms right into the heart. She's watching from her doorstep, her beauty slowly failing, / The prideful a...»
«My jacket had its days of wear. / It’s lost the look and gotten paler. / And so I take it to a tailor / To have it altered here and there. I tell him jokingly, just so, / "I’d like a total alteration, / New luck will come from your creation, / From your fine art of cut-and-sew." It...»
«Fire in the fireplace is blazing beside me. / Shadow, my shadow is cold on the wall. / Sir, from now on, you are living inside me... / Cry over me, autumn rain, as you fall. I’ll search the world, I can travel wherever, / Shadow, my shadow is cold on the wall. / Restless without you, I...»
«Mozart's old violin carries his music. / Mozart’s old bow is singing the song. / Mozart belongs to no land of his choosing – / He is the one who just plays all life long. Look, it’s okay that our fate, manifestly, / Deals it as is, now a kill then a kiss… / Please don’t give up ...»