• Язык:
    Болгарский (Български)


В гроба който спи,
чува глас всеблаг,
лилия държи
с упояващ аромат.

В гроба който спи
има светлина,
белоснежните искри
в ангелски крила.

Да, умираш ти.
Хладни са ръцете,
но не знаеш ти,
райско цъфва цвете.

Да, така е, зная,
много път пребродих.
Ти оставаш в рая,
който ти измолих.

Перевод стихотворения Николая Гумилёва «Утешение» на болгарский язык.


Кто лежит в могиле,
Слышит дивный звон,
Самых белых лилий
Чует запах он.

Кто лежит в могиле,
Видит вечный свет,
Серафимских крылий
Переливный снег.

Да, ты умираешь,
Руки холодны,
И сама не знаешь
Неземной весны.

Но идешь ты к раю
По моей мольбе,
Это так, я знаю.
Я клянусь тебе.

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