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Источник:
  • Nicolai Gumiljov. Ausgewählte Gedichte. Oberbaum Verlag GmbH. 1988.

Don Juan

Дон-Жуан

Vermessner, schlichter Traum, der mich berückt:
Das Schiff zu treiben, kühn das Roß zu jagen,
die Zeit betrügend, nicht nach ihr zu fragen,
und stets ein neuer Mund, der mich entzückt —

im Alter, von des Herrn Gebot beglückt,
gesenkten Blicks, in Asche zu entsagen
und auf der Brust des Kreuzes Last zu tragen,
das schwer, doch rettend sich aufs Herz mir drückt.

Und nur wenn ich erwach' im Siegesrausche,
dem Somnambulen gleich der Stimme lausche,
die mich gleich ihm mit Schrecken übermannt,

besinn' ich mich, daß ich, im Raum verloren,
noch niemals Bruder einen Mann genannt
und keine Frau ein Kind mir je geboren.


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A portrait of a man

His eyes are lightless underground lakes, / Abandoned castles of the ancient kings. / Marked with the sign of the eternal shame / Of that, the Other One, he never speaks. / The deepest wound, his mouth, dark and purple, / Made with a blade borne of the deadly poison; / And it is sad and ...

I`m dreaming that both of us dead…

I'm dreaming that both of us dead. / We're lying - so peaceful for ever. / Two white heavy coffins of lead / Put down together. / / And when did we say that "enough"? / What for then and what means the trying? / But strange that's not aching my heart, / My heart is not crying. / ...

Unperturbed and indifferent sun contemplated the planet…

Unperturbed and indifferent sun contemplated the planet / There all was infested with terror and eaten by rot, / There rocks in the distance appeared a huge shaggy dog, / There black boiling copper spewed out collapsing volcanoes. / Was the night of the world. / / Unexpectedly rolled i...

Their souls` love had been born beside the sea…

Their souls' love had been born beside the sea, / In sacred groves of virginal naiads, / Whose songs, arguing with the play of wind, / With strings, ring joyfully, eternally. / / Great oracle... the majesty of man / Has never been more strange and more severe, / The closed lips and th...

The Magic Violin

Pretty boy, / you are so merry / and your smile's - so light, so sunny. / Don't you ask me for this passion / that is poison to the worlds. / You don't know, don't know how dreadful / is this Magic Violin, sonny, / And how gloomy is the horror / of the one who strikes the ...

Comfort

He that has been burried / Hears a glorious chime, / Smells the whitest lilies / In his dream beyond time. / / He that in his grave lies / Sees an endless light / As the wings of Seraphs / Shed their snow-flakes bright. / / You are on your death-bed / And your hands are cold....