Posted by Editor on 6/25/2022 to
Poetry
I have endured my desire...
I have endured my desire,
I've ceased to love my fairy dreams,
And only fruit of hearty fire -
My sufferings have stayed, it seems.
And under storms of cruel kismet
My blooming spirit quickly died,
I waited for the end, I missed it.
I'm feeling loneliness inside.
So that enveloped by the blow
Of cold wind and stormy flaws
A leaf which is belated, sole,
Vibrates on bare branch in pause..
Translated by Lada Slobodyanik
I have outlasted all desire...
I have outlasted all desire,
My dreams and I have grown apart;
My grief alone is left entire,
The gleanings of an empty heart.
The storms of ruthless dispensation
Have struck my flowery garland numb-
I live in lonely desolation
And wonder when my end will come.
Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted
By tardy winter's whistling chill,
A single leaf which has outlasted
I have endured my desire,
I've ceased to love my fairy dreams,
And only fruit of hearty fire -
My sufferings have stayed, it seems.
And under storms of cruel kismet
My blooming spirit quickly died,
I waited for the end, I missed it.
I'm feeling loneliness inside.
So that enveloped by the blow
Of cold wind and stormy flaws
A leaf which is belated, sole,
Vibrates on bare branch in pause..
Translated by Lada Slobodyanik
I have outlasted all desire...
I have outlasted all desire,
My dreams and I have grown apart;
My grief alone is left entire,
The gleanings of an empty heart.
The storms of ruthless dispensation
Have struck my flowery garland numb-
I live in lonely desolation
And wonder when my end will come.
Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted
By tardy winter's whistling chill,
A single leaf which has outlasted
Its season will be trembling still.
Я пережил свои желанья...
Я пережил свои желанья,
Я разлюбил свои мечты;
Остались мне одни страданья,
Плоды сердечно пустоты.
Под бурями судьбы жестокой
Увял цветущий мой венец -
Живу печальный, одинокий,
И жду: придет ли мой конец?
Так, поздним хладом пораженный,
Как бури слышен зимний свист,
Один - на ветке обнаженной
Трепещет запоздалый лист!..
Я пережил свои желанья,
Я разлюбил свои мечты;
Остались мне одни страданья,
Плоды сердечно пустоты.
Под бурями судьбы жестокой
Увял цветущий мой венец -
Живу печальный, одинокий,
И жду: придет ли мой конец?
Так, поздним хладом пораженный,
Как бури слышен зимний свист,
Один - на ветке обнаженной
Трепещет запоздалый лист!..