• Язык:
    Английский (English)


They have crowded around me — why? — like thieves
in the dark, in the quiet suburban dark.
Like sinister hawks, like sullen hawks,
they have come for some cruel vengeance.

Hope left. Dream ran.
Anxiety pried open my eyes
and as though on a ghostly slate
I read my words, my deeds, my plans.

Because I watched them sailing
to victories, my eyes calm —
Because I touched sinless lips
with burning lips —

Because, these hands, these fingers,
are frail, have never known a plough —
Because songs, those everlasting gypsies,
have come to me only pain, ringing, dark —

For all of this the time of vengeance has come.
Blind men will pull down the lying, delicate temple,
and thoughts, thieves in the suburban peace,
will strangle me in the darkness, like a beggar.

Перевод стихотворения Николая Гумилёва «Думы» на английский язык.


Зачем они ко мне собрались, думы,
Как воры ночью в тихий мрак предместий?
Как коршуны, зловещи и угрюмы,
Зачем жестокой требовали мести?

Ушла надежда, и мечты бежали,
Глаза мои открылись от волненья,
И я читал на призрачной скрижали
Свои слова, дела и помышленья.

За то, что я спокойными очами
Смотрел на уплывающих к победам,
За то, что я горячими губами
Касался губ, которым грех неведом,

За то, что эти руки, эти пальцы
Не знали плуга, были слишком тонки,
За то, что песни, вечные скитальцы,
Томили только, горестны и звонки,

За все теперь настало время мести.
Обманный, нежный храм слепцы разрушат,
И думы, воры в тишине предместий,
Как нищего во тьме, меня задушат.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Евгений Бонвер
    My Thoughts
  • Александр Бондарь
    My Thoughts
  • Болгарский
    Елеонора В. Княжева
  • Китайский
    Чжэншуо Чжан
  • Немецкий
    Алиса Гомер
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
  • Грузинский
    Василий Гулеури

А вот еще:

By the fireplace

The shadows gathered... The fire dwindled, / Standing alone, he gazed through the window, / / Arms folded, eyes fixed on the distance, / He spoke of his sadness with bitter persistence: / / "I’ve entered the depths of the lands yet unknown, / My caravan moved eighty days in a...


Over the reeds of the tardy Nile, / Where only butterflies and birds / Are found, hides a forgotten tomb / Of a culpable but enchanting queen. / / The nightly mist carries its own deceit, / The moon rises, as a sinful siren, / A pale fog streaks through, / And from a cave, skulks a ...

The Sick Man

In my delirium, only the endlessness / Of some sharp lines plagues me, / And the bell incessantly tolls / As a clock, striking eternity. / / It seems to me, that after death it’s how, / With an agonising hope of resurrection, / The eyes get fixed on the surrounding murk, / See...


As a child, I liked big, / Honey-scented meadows, / Groves, dry grass, / And in the grass, bovine horns. / / Every wayside shrub shouted / To me: "I’m playing with you, / Pass me by carefully / And you shall know who I am!" / / Only the savage autumn wind, / Howling, wo...

African Night

Midnight descended, impenetrable darkness, / Only the river glistens from the moon, / And across the river, an unknown tribe, / Lighting its fires, makes noise. / / Tomorrow we shall meet and find out / Who is to become the ruler of these parts; / They are helped by a black stone, / ...


Your eyes look at me with especial sadness today, / Your arms give the knees an especially fragile embrace. / Now listen, along Lake Chad’s shore, far away, / An exquisite giraffe makes its pace. / / He’s gracefully slender, with heavenly joy he is blessed, / His skin is ado...