Кръст

Крест

Не идваха карти през цялата вечер
и даже в пиянството аз не успях.
Звездите тревожни бледнееха вече
и мартенски изгрев пълзеше към тях.

Обзет от безумие призрачно, сякаш
насън се изправих с кошмарния вик:
„На всичко! Раздавай! Какво още чакаш!“
Заложих и всичко изгубих след миг.

Излязох навън. Скрежът беше окичил
града с толкоз нежен и приказен прах…
Не помня как там, сред снега коленичих
и кръста си златен до устни допрях:

„О, трябва да стана и чист, и свободен,
и теб, Нищета, да последвам с любов,
смирено за хлебец да моля народа
и с кръста да нося навред благослов!“

Това трая миг. После в кошера шумен
се върнах и всички замръзнаха, щом,
надвесен над масата, блед и безумен,
заложих и златния кръст мълчешком.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Cross
  • Испанский
    Луис Гомес де Аранда, Елена Курченко
    Cruz
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
    Krzyż

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Yet All But Once

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Autumn

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The Worker

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The Lost Tram

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