• Язык:
    Словацкий (Slovak)



O. N. Vysotskej

Raz sedeli sme pri pohári vína,
keď vošiel vezír, objednal si whisky,
vysoký sivý vezír, levantínsky,
ktorého kresťan má priam za zlosyna.

«Dosť!» vykríkol som od pohára chianti,
«vážený, neohŕňajte tu pysky,
v čase, keď – ako vravia obelisky –
v zelenom šere kráča Damajanti.»

Dupol však nohou, pritom skríkol: «Baba!
Či neviete, že čierny kameň kaaba
za podvrh vyhlásili, za chiméru?»

Potom sa zamyslel a bez nálady
plačlivo šepol: «Teraz myši žerú
tri slávne chlpy z prorokovej brady.»

Другие переводы:

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    Миломир Булатович
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    Катерина Маслик

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Snakes shed their skins / and their souls grow mellow. / We do it differently, we change / souls, not bodies. / / Like an Amazon, Memory leads life / like a horse on a rope: / Tell me, Memory, who lived / in this body before I came. / / The first one: homely, thin, / loving o...

The Forest

White trunks / were stark, suddenly, against the haze, / / Roots wound up out of the ground / like corpses’ arms. / / The leaves’ bright fire / hid giants, dwarves, lions; / / Fishermen saw in the sand / the print of a six-fingered hand. / / No French noble, n...


Early one morning / in Broseliana / a happy shepherd / drove his flock to the valley. / / They grazed, and he / piped out his happiness / on a reed / pipe. / / And suddenly, there in the branches, / he heard a voice, not a bird-call, / and saw a flame-red / bird with a ti...

The Sixth Sense

Fine is the wine that loves us, / and the bread baked for our sake, / and the woman who lies and loves us / when she’s finished her tweaking games. / / But sunset clouds, rose / in a sky turned cold, / calm like some other earth? / immortal poems? / / All inedible, non-po...

Soul and Body

1 / / Silence hangs across the city, / every tiny sound strikes flat, hollow, remote - / and you, soul, you still say nothing: / oh God, have mercy on marble souls. / / And my soul said to me, / like harps singing in the distance, / "Why did I find existence / in worthless huma...

Canzonet One

A red, feathery / fire cried / loud / in my courtyard, into the blue-black of sleep. / / A wild, sweet / wind from the moon / blew, lashed at silence, / insolently whipped its bare cheeks. / / And walking out on the mountains / the young dawn came / feeding greedy clouds / ...