A strange alarm weighs on my heart,
Delirium of premonitions.
I look ahead and the road is dark
And perhaps there is no road.
But I cannot touch with any words
What is living in me — and in silence.
I do not dare to feel it:
It's like a dream. A dream within a dream.
O, my incomprehensible alarm!
It's more exhausting day by day.
And I know that the grief on the threshold now,
All that grief is not only for me.
На сердце непонятная тревога,
Предчувствий непонятных бред.
Гляжу вперед — и так темна дорога,
Что, может быть, совсем дороги нет.
Но словом прикоснуться не умею
К живущему во мне — и в тишине.
Я даже чувствовать его не смею:
Оно как сон. Оно как сон во сне.
О, непонятная моя тревога!
Она томительней день ото дня.
И знаю: скорбь, что ныне у порога,
Вся эта скорбь — не только для меня!
«You pass me by as you stroll, / I don't touch your hand at all. / But my angst is eternal yet, / That you be the first I met. Heart said "Darling!" out of control, / I forgave you it all, / Knowing nothing — not even the name! / Love me, love me, I exclaim. From the curve of your lip...»
«Under sun the eyes are burning, / Day's not equal day. / I tell you for that occasion / If I would betray: Whose lips I had not been kissing / In the hour of love, / To whom I upon black midnight / Did not dreadfully vow — To live, like a flower blooms, like / Mother tells a child...»
«I'll repeat in hour of parting / When love comes to end / That I loved, yes that I loved truly / Your masterful hands And the eyes — somebody isn't / Gifted with a glance! — / Those that answer are demanding / For a look every chance. You with your thrice-cursed passion — / Go...»
«Before a mirror, where there's fog / And turbid sleep, your way / I want to try - where it will lead / And where there is the quay. I see: the mast upon a ship, / And you — on deck, standing... / You — in the smoke of train... the fields / In lament of evening The ravens flying ov...»