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.
«Whispering and timid breathings, / Nightingale's soft trill, / Silvery and rippling motion / Of the drowsy rill, Nightime radiance, nightime shadows, / Shadows' endless dance, / Magic sequences transforming / Love's dear countenance, ...»
«Amid the virgin maples and the weeping birches / Upon those arrogant pines to gaze I cannot brook; / The flocks of my sweet living daydreams they disturb, / Hateful to me their sober look. Amid the gathering of their reborn neighbours / It's they alone that stir not, whisper not, nor sigh, ...»
«Like a wavy cloud-shape, / Distant dust stirs there; / Mounted horseman, footman — / In the dust unclear. Someone I see that gallops, / Horsed, swift as the wind. / Friend, my friend far distant, / Call me back to mind.»
«(After a performance of 'Freischiitz') The silent theatre's dark. Agathe / Lies in her marksman's soft embrace. / The soul is swathed in melodies, / Luminous — and life a grace. All sleeps. And as the river gleams / The sky above the narrow street, / Far off, a wheel's sound dies away,...»