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Nelaisvės daina


Paukščiai ryte pabunda iš miego,
Ir gazelės laukuos pasirodo.
Lenda iš palapinės europietis,
Mosuodamasis ilgu rimbu.

Jis į palmės šešėlį sėda,
Apvynioja savo veidą vualiais.
Viskio butelį stato sau prie šono,
Čaižo tingias nugaras vergų.

Turim mes šveisti jo įrankius,
Jo mulus mes turime saugot,
O ėst vakare sugadintą
Jautieną – nuo jos imame sirgt.

Salvės mūsų šeimininkui europiečiui!
Jo tokie galingi karo pabūklai,
Jo toksai smailus kalavijas,
Patsai – skaudžiai pliekiąs rimbu.

Salvės mūsų šeimininkui europiečiui!
Drąsus jis, bet nenuvokia:
Jo toksai viliojantis, švelnus kūnas,
Saldus jausmas, kiurdinant jį peiliu.

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The joyful brotherhood

In eastern Russia are nights when the full moon distils strange perfume from the rank grasses; when the - God knows what - toads and perhaps night birds cry in weird, wailing tones; when the shadows of the trees stir like dying giants. If at the same time a millstream rumbles noisily past and lovers...

Have thou mercy! Enough of this pain and frustration...

Have thou mercy! Enough of this pain and frustration, / Let it end, this dark torture of shame and despair! / I forsook my self-will and its deadly temptations / I am tamed, thine for good. For my fate I don’t care. / / We’ve been lost for too long in the depths of the ocean, ...

The Octave

No whisper of a midnight distance, / Nor when a mother sang a tune - / We've never understood an instance, / Which's worth being better understood. / The symbol of the Father's greatness - / A kind of gracious advice - / To you, the Poet, is presented: / Your tongue is tied, your speec...


To M. M. Chichagov / / Like a dog that strains on heavy halter / Rifle yaps across the forest now, / Bee-like, buzzing shrapnel doesn’t falter, / Gathering bright red honey from the bough. / / In the distance, though, "Hurrah" is sounding / Like the reapers’ singing wh...

The tip of willow tree was blackened...

The tip of willow tree was blackened, / For rooks protruded from its crown, / In azure sky-dale there they slackened - / The sheepish clouds grazed on its down. / And you, with gaze of resignation, / Announced: "I am in love with you." / Like sea was grass’s oscillation, / At one...


How thick, how wingless an evening! / A sunset like a cracked melon. / / You almost want to shove / those limp clouds along. / / Slow evenings like this, / coachmen whip their horses to a gallop, / / Fishermen tear at the waves with their oars, / woodsmen chop like mad / / ...