Charmed and entranced, I watch the clouds foat by,
Half scared, half anxious, eager and obsessed;
And, on the crowning peak, the highest high,
I recognize the Saturn – shaped black nest.
The sunset backcloth burns with magic fre
Of ancient signs no living – thing can tell.
Unable to submit or to retire,
I witness nature ready for the spell.
…And lo! The light is swiftly fading down;
The blistful Imdugood spreads whirling wing;
Across the sky fies roaring silence sound, —
And here comes His Majesty the King.
To Rev. Igor Tsvetkov
You know I never pray aloud.
I hide my hope and faith.
And when I see a singing crowd,
Blush comes into my face.
You think me wrongfully acute,
Because You heard me tell
That shower and perfumes substitute
Me soul and spirit well.
I know I am a sinner, since
I doubt Our Father’s might;
And showing no concern just means
To show «folie» and spite.
You sealed me with severe look,
And I grew weak and meek.
A royal King of Eagles took
A fy – away from me.
Now I’m alone, alone again,
A doll with broken heart.
You still believe I cannot pray?
That’s why You set apart?
Now see me knealt from high above!
You’ll hear from down below:
«Oh, take me to your arms, my love,
For keen the wind doth blow!»
Мне волхвовать в коричневой пустыне,
Корой укрывшись светлой бересты.
Мне неотступно думать: где ты ныне,
Меня ль еще воспоминаешь ты?
Мне воевать с тупые злые бесы,
И под шелом увязывать власы.
Тебе воссесть архангелов одесно,
Следить с восторгом райские красы.
А в этой жизни, предков чтя обычай,
Тебе сберечь седую старину,
А с поля брани захватить добычей
На час утех ногайскую княжну.
Защитник, страж, певец родных пристанищ!
Сим прорицаю: купно с Неиным
Ты явишь правду, сам же ею станешь,
Ты будешь счастлив счастием земным!
По таинстве венчанья, как к святыне,
Навечно ты прилепишься к жене…
Мне уходить. Так не рыдай же, сыне,
Во гробе зряще, не рыдай мене!
My Lord the Carpenter, behold
The plea of mortal soul!
In days of sheer youth I was told
This story as a whole:
There once had sprung a tragic love
Between a lightning white
Dispersing fres from high above,
And river, fowing wide.
The River marveled at the show
Of sparkling, dazzling spears;
And he refected them below
And mirrored radiant spheres.
Slow waters sparkled in delight
Or ran in thousand springs;
The mighty River watched the lights
That trembled on the strings.
The Lightning sang her frenzied songs,
She danced and prophesied;
The zigzag signs confessed and warned,
She knew she was desired.
The deep sweet waters closed the care
Of deep sweet heart in love;
He did not notice love was there
Until he heard enough.
The mighty River formed a lake
To hold that furious life
To hug in marital embrace
The one he called his wife.
The Lightning twinkled him a kiss
And rushed to meet her fate.
The freball blazed, blew up and hissed
And few to fall and fade.
Evaporating, boiling lake
Was veiled with misty fog;
The River groaned and strived to take
Last waters to the bog.
You could imagine him return
When tears of rain were shed;
The lake was dry, the grass was burnt,
The Lightning, she was dead.
This moarnful ballad makes me sad
And shivering from cold.
I am no bird I am no cat
I am a human soul.
My burning nature can't be changed,
I am all fames and fre;
Beyond all that, I am engaged,
And I don't want to die.
My Lord the Carpenter, I beg
That You should meet my plea;
Take cedar logs, and fasten belts,
And make a raft for me.
Oh Lord my Savior, here's Your turn
To show Your magic craft!
Rejoyce, my soul, red fre, burn,
Wide River,