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.
«The day is gone, the line diminished, / And I again edge to the exit. / With a slight sweep of the white finger / I cut through the secret of ages. In the blue stream of my fate / The cold scum beats and froths, / And the seal of mute bondage / Adds a new wrinkle near the puckered lip. ...»
«Ah, what a blizzard, be damned! / Driving white nails into the roof. / Only I’m not afraid, and in my fate / With a scampish heart I’m nailed to you.»
«I'd root out / bureaucracy / once and for ever. / I have no respect / for formalities. / May every paper / go to the devil / But for this... A courteous official / passes through / The maze of compartments / and halls. / They hand in passports, / And I, / too, / Hand in ...»
«About turn! March! / Away with a talk-show. / Silence, you speakers! / Comrade Mauser, / you / have the floor. / Down with the law which for us / Adam and Eve have left. / We'll ruin the jade of the past. / Left! / Left! / Left! / Hey, bluejackets! / Be gone! / Sail away!...»