Oh peaceful hours of precious solitude!
Epiphanies I treasure like prized grain —
Which sprouts from my soul’s dark terrain
From inspiration’s seed to charmed and verdant fruit.
Souls' torments in the days gone by
And wine — set heart aflame;
While now sole remains
Enliven me — hushed dusk and Solitude.
You mold songs, silence and I stand in gratitude.
Hopes, dreams You link to life by solid chains.
Unwavering branch out from your domain
My fate and path — your verisimilitude.
And if it is my lot to die in vain,
Of sailors hitting bottom — plain refrain
Sing me a wistful ditty — Solitude!
Заветные часы уединенья!
Ваш каждый миг лелею, как зерно;
Во тьме души да прорастет оно
Таинственным побегом вдохновенья.
В былые дни страданье и вино
Воспламеняли сердце. Ты одно
Живишь меня теперь — уединенье.
С мечтою — жизнь, с молчаньем — песнопенье
Связало ты, как прочное звено.
Незыблемо с тобой сопряжено
Судьбы моей грядущее решенье.
И если мне погибнуть суждено —
Про моряка, упавшего на дно,
Ты песенку мне спой — уединенье!
«Storms in the evening skies, / The din of a sea gone mad / Storms on the sea and broodings, / Heavy the pain as I brood — / Storms on the sea and broodings, / Whose chorus broods and grows loud — / Black cloud rears from black cloud, / The din of a sea gone mad.»
«As people sleep, my dear, let’s go to the shady garden. / As people sleep, only on us the stars are gazing. / But they can neither see us under the branching trees / Nor hear us — only the single nightingale hears... / But even he doesn’t hear — his song’s too loud; / The only th...»
«The roiling clouds were thrilling in the scarlet luster, / The evening fields were luxuriant and moist, / And for the last time, at the third pass the driver / Disappeared, the team raising no dust. No habitations were seen in the broad view. / Hearth and song far off — no surprise! / A...»
«Oh see the first lily of the valley! / From under the snow it asks only for / The sun’s beams; virgin luxury / In your fresh and fragrant pure odor! Bright as the first ray of spring! / What dreams descend upon it! / How enchantingly you betoken / How wildly spring will soon erupt! F...»