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The Giraffe

Жираф

Today I can see that your features are strikingly sad,
Your arms on your knees are as thin as dandelion stalks.
But listen, in far-away lands that surround lake Chad
A graceful giraffe softly walks.

A slender and delicate beauty he rightfully owns,
And magical ornaments run through the flanks of his hide,
That only the moon can compare to, when coolly it dawns
And bounces and swings on the surface of lakes open wide.

His colors resemble the sails of a distant frigate,
And smoothly he runs, like a cheerful bird in its flight.
At sunset he stands by a grotto’s marmoreal gate
And marvelous visions replenish the world in his sight.

Mysterious lands have possessed me in legend and song:
There was a black maiden that ravished the heart of a king.
But you have been breathing this nebulous air for too long,
Apart from its moisture you dare not believe in a thing.

And how will I tell you of gardens in emeralds clad,
Of towering palm-tress and smells of unthinkable weeds?
You’ve started to cry now. But listen, in far-away Chad
An exquisite-looking giraffe to his grotto proceeds.


Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Ольга Слободкина
    Giraffe
  • Фёдор Манин
    Giraffe
  • Стефен Додсон
    Giraffe
  • Джеймс Скоттс
    The Giraffe
  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Giraffe
  • Алисса Гиллеспи
    Giraffe
  • Тамара Вардомская
    The Giraffe
  • Дон Магер
    Giraffe
  • Маша Блох
    The Giraffe
  • Марианна Кауфман
    Giraffe
  • Ричард Маккейн
    Giraffe
  • Миша Руднев
    Giraffe
  • Бренди Вермильон
    The Giraffe
  • Катарина Гилберт
    The Giraffe
  • Александр Шаумян
    The Giraffe
  • Бабр
    Giraffe
  • Малькольм Линдси
    The Giraffe
  • Александр Ситницкий
    The Giraffe
  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
    Жираф
  • Иврит
    Макар Свирепый
    ג`ירפ
  • Лиля Голдовская
    ג`ירפ
  • Испанский
    Луис Гомес де Аранда, Елена Курченко
    Jirafa
  • Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
    La Jirafa
  • Амайя Лакаса, Рафаэль Руис де ла Кеста
    La Jirafa
  • Эрнесто Эрнандес Бусто, Хосе Мануэль Прието
    Jirafa
  • Итальянский
    Алекс Бронштейн
    Giraffa
  • Мануэла Витторелли
    La Giraffa
  • Амедео Анелли
    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
    Наталия Горишная
    Жирафа
  • Максим Стриха
    Жираф
  • Французский
    Ирина Канычева
    Girafe
  • Екатерина Литвиненко
    La Girafe
  • Хорватский
    Фикрет Цацан
    Žirafa
  • Эсперанто
    Татьяна Аудерская
    La Ĝirafo
  • Эстонский
    Калью Кангур
    Kaelkirjak
  • Андрес Эхин
    Kaelkirjak
  • Уно Лахт
    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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