• 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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The one, who lies in a grave, / Hears wondrous jingling / And can feel the scent / Of the whitest lily. / / The one, who lies in a grave / Sees the light eternal, / Angels’ snow-white shade, / Their feathers’ murmur. / / There, you are dying / And your hands are c...

Remember the palace of giants…

Remember the palace of giants, / The pool, full of silvery fish, / Alleys of planes, the highest, / And keeps made of huge stone bricks; / / As my golden horse at the towers / Was prancing, so proud and strong, / And gems decorated his harness / In patterns of delicate work. / / ...

The ship

"What d' you see in my eyes, slightly sparkling, / In my look, hazed with opaque mist?" / "There I saw the sea's deepest darkness / With a big sunken beautiful ship. / / That fine ship... More glorious and braver / None had seen over deep of the sea. / Its high masts under windbreath ...

A fragment of «Tale of Kings»

Once a dark horseman oh a black horse came / He was clad in a black velvet cloak, full of pride. / And his look was so dreadful, as a town aflame, / And so glaring as a flash in the night. / / Curly hair upon shoulders like serpents did twist, / And his voice was a song of the earth and...


Today, I can see that your glance is especially sad, / And hands are especially thin and the hair if up fluff. / Hey, listen, as far as in Africa, down at lake Chad / Is walking a graceful Giraffe. / / He's owing that elegance, slender and languor he is, / Such beautiful patterns are sh...

The Gates of Paradise

There are no seven diamond seals to close / the eternal gates of God's great paradise / it has no tempting charms, no beckoning glow / and to the people remains unrecognized. / / a doorway in a wall long since forsaken / a mass of stones and moss and nothing more. / nearby, a beggar, ...