Believe me, dear, you are more than fame to me,
Or should I say, I'm bored with inspiration :
For it impedes me, with its stir and agitation,
To take the air of love in silence and be free!
I give my heart to our cordial relation:
Disperse my dreams, my dear friend,
Caress me, do caress me, and
Subdue the muse and the rebellious affection!
О, верь: ты, нежная, дороже славы мне.
Скажу ль? мне иногда докучно вдохновенье:
Мешает мне его волненье
Дышать любовью в тишине!
Я сердце предаю сердечному союзу:
Приди, мечты мои рассей,
Ласкай, ласкай меня, о друг души моей!
И покори себе бунтующую музу.
«In that magic forest, towering trees / Unexpectedly come forward from the haze. Out of the earth, roots spring from other roots, / Like the arms of the dwellers of burial vaults. Under the cover of the blazing autumn leaves / Lonesome giants, trolls, and lions used to live. Here sailors ...»
«White trunks / were stark, suddenly, against the haze, Roots wound up out of the ground / like corpses’ arms. The leaves’ bright fire / hid giants, dwarves, lions; Fishermen saw in the sand / the print of a six-fingered hand. No French noble, no knight of the Round Table, / ever wa...»
«In brambles, deep in huge marshes, / near a tin river, / in shaggy log cabins, dark, dark, / there are strange muzhiks.* Sometimes one comes out, there where no roads go / where feather-grass* scatters, / and he listens to Stribog* scream, and / he senses an old story, a true story. A ...»
«Valentine to the tavern students boasts / Of his sister’s charms and face, / While on Margarita’s left hand / A costly ring is placed. At Margarita’s, a casket lies / With rings for fingers and ears. / While in ivy, hid beneath her window, / The red caped trickster sneers. At Gre...»