Был труден путь и благостна постель –
Я изнурен нелегкою дорогой.
Но с Купидоном затевает Лель
Дуэль во сне перед ночным пологом.
Свои мечты несу издалека,
Но где пристанища паломнику и крова
Найти для глаз и сердца? И рука
Твоя груди моей во сне коснется снова.
Уснувший слеп, но не уснет мечта
Пока сверкают камнем драгоценным
Во мраке ночи – с чистого листа
Слова любви, как капли Авицены.
Уходит день, но я продолжу путь
К твоей любви, не смея отдохнуть.
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Weary with toil, I baste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired,
But then begins a journey m my head,
To work my mind, when body′s work′s expired;
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see;
Save that my soul′s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night),
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
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Поэзия : Два чоловіки (Two Husbands) - Калінін Микола Це переклад з Роберта У. Сервіса (Robert W. Service)
Unpenitent, I grieve to state,
Two good men stood by heaven's gate,
Saint Peter coming to await.
The stopped the Keeper of the Keys,
Saying: "What suppliants are these,
Who wait me not on bended knees?
"To get my heavenly Okay
A man should have been used to pray,
Or suffered in some grievous way."
"Oh I have suffered," cried the first.
"Of wives I had the wicked worst,
Who made my life a plague accurst.
"Such martyrdom no tongue can tell;
In mercy's name it is not well
To doom me to another hell."
Saint Peter said: "I comprehend;
But tribulations have their end.
The gate is open, - go my friend."
Then said the second: "What of me?
More I deserve to pass than he,
For I've been wedded twice, you see."
Saint Peter looked at him a while,
And then he answered with a smile:
"Your application I will file.
"Yet twice in double yoke you've driven...
Though sinners with our Saints we leaven,
We don't take IMBECILES in heaven."
