He took pine of the earthly road —
First and unique one since;
Washed legs of them whoever roam —
The Servant and the Prince.
He cried with us — The legal Master
Of earth and sea, we view...
A king, a teacher, and a brother —
And he’s a Jew.
Он принял скорбь земной дороги,
Он первый, Он один,
Склонясь, умыл усталым ноги
Слуга — и Господин.
Он с нами плакал,— Повелитель
И суши, и морей.
Он царь, и брат нам, и Учитель,
И Он — еврей.
«June and July. Part of nightingale tremble. / And we had something of a bird's way, when / The night of the nightingale then disturbing / We — each over ourselves — were frozen. August is tsar. It cares not for a roulade, / It only wants October cannonade. / August is tsar. You do no...»
«There's officer's straightness within my stature, / There's officer's honor within my ribs. / I go to all torments without being stubborn: / A soldier's patience there is! As if we had corrected this step / Sometime with a butt and with steel... / Not in vain, not in vain the Cherkessian...»
«Why are you so sad, my good artist — / my good painter, musician or bard? / To which one of the tempests, the wildest, / had you spent all your talent and heart? And on which one of parts of the road / had you lost all your wretched cooper coins? / You were going to be a god’s prophet...»
«Then a friendship, now a duty. / Brother wolf, God be with you! / Our friendship is now dying: / I'm not gift but debt for you. Disturb a verst with a verst, / Send a verst into a verst! / I have petted on a fur — / And I have been missing angst! I'm not making you a villain — / ...»