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The Giraffe

Жираф

Today I see that your look is particularly sad,
And your hands are particularly fragile, clasped over your knees.
Just listen: far, far away, on Lake Chad
Roams a proud giraffe.

He has been blessed with gracefulness and bliss,
His hide is decorated with a magical pattern,
That only the moon would dare to compete with,
Glistenting and bouncing on the wetness of the wide lake.

From a distance he looks like the coloured sail of a ship,
And when running he glides, like the flight of a gleeful bird.
I know that there are a lot of miraculous things to see in the world,
When at sunset he hides himself in a marble grotto1.

I know the merry fairy tales of mysterious lands
About a dark maiden, about the fear of a youthful chief,
But you have breathed in the heavy fog for too long,
You don't want to believe in anything but the rain.

And when I tell you about a tropical garden,
About straight-standing palms, about the unbelievable
scent of the grasses…
You're crying? Just listen… far away, on Lake Chad
Roams a proud giraffe.

1) I do not know if Gumilev would like my translation, or if he used the Russian word grot to mean grotto, or its other meaning, mainsail. This interpretation would continue the comparison of the movement of the giraffe to that of a gliding boat, and give the line: When at sunset he disguises himself as a marble sail.


Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Ольга Слободкина
    Giraffe
  • Фёдор Манин
    Giraffe
  • Стефен Додсон
    Giraffe
  • Джеймс Скоттс
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  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Giraffe
  • Алисса Гиллеспи
    Giraffe
  • Тамара Вардомская
    The Giraffe
  • Ричард Маккейн
    Giraffe
  • Дон Магер
    Giraffe
  • Маша Блох
    The Giraffe
  • Марианна Кауфман
    Giraffe
  • Миша Руднев
    Giraffe
  • Алексей Ткаченко-Гастев
    The Giraffe
  • Бренди Вермильон
    The Giraffe
  • Катарина Гилберт
    The Giraffe
  • Александр Шаумян
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  • Александр Ситницкий
    The Giraffe
  • Бабр
    Giraffe
  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
    Жираф
  • Иврит
    Лиля Голдовская
    ג`ירפ
  • Макар Свирепый
    ג`ירפ
  • Испанский
    Луис Гомес де Аранда, Елена Курченко
    Jirafa
  • Амайя Лакаса, Рафаэль Руис де ла Кеста
    La Jirafa
  • Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
    La Jirafa
  • Эрнесто Эрнандес Бусто, Хосе Мануэль Прието
    Jirafa
  • Итальянский
    Амедео Анелли
    La giraffa
  • Алекс Бронштейн
    Giraffa
  • Мануэла Витторелли
    La Giraffa
  • Каталанский
    Джулия Феррер, Ричард Сан Винсенте
    La Girafa
  • Китайский
    Ван Чжао Цзянь
    长颈鹿
  • Хуа Ли
    长颈鹿
  • Немецкий
    Борис Брайнин
    Die Giraffe
  • Ирмгард Вилле
    Die Giraffe
  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
    Žirafa
  • Украинский
    Максим Стриха
    Жираф
  • Наталия Горишная
    Жирафа
  • Французский
    Екатерина Литвиненко
    La Girafe
  • Хорватский
    Фикрет Цацан
    Žirafa
  • Эсперанто
    Татьяна Аудерская
    La Ĝirafo
  • Эстонский
    Уно Лахт
    Kaelkirjak
  • Андрес Эхин
    Kaelkirjak
  • Калью Кангур
    Kaelkirjak
  • Японский
    Кадзуя Гошима
    キリン
  • Новонорвежский
    Ю Эгген
    Giraffen
  • Персидский
    Автор неизвестен
    زرافه
  • Греческий
    Виктория Бонарева, Василис Чоулиарас
    Καμηλοπάρδαλη
  • Турецкий
    Атаол Бехрамоглу
    Çad Gölü Şiirleri
  • Португальский
    Фабио Малавоглия
    A Girafa
  • Джерсийский
    Герайнт Дженнигс
    Girafe

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