Работник

Рабочий

Жарка пещ, духалото, тезгяхът…
Дребен, стар човек край тях стърчи.
И изглежда погледът му плах от
силно зачервените очи.

Вече спят другарите му. Не е
само той от сън оборен. Все
е зает куршума да излее,
който мойта смърт ще донесе.

Свърши и с отрудена усмивка
тръгва към дома. Блести луна.
Чака го под топлата завивка
сънена добрата му жена.

А куршумът негов ще просвири
над запенената Двина и —
майсторски отлят — ще ме подири,
и в гръдта ми ще се настани.

Аз ще рухна и ще се замятам.
Миналото в миг ще се яви.
И кръвта ще плисне по земята,
ще намокри прашните треви.

Ей така — на прага на Съдбата,
ще ми въздаде за всеки грях
Господ с пълна мяра — чрез ръката
на човека дребен, стар и плах.

Другие переводы:

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    Дон Магер
    The Workman
  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    A Workman
  • Испанский
    Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
    El obrero
  • Немецкий
    Адриан Ваннер
    Der Arbeiter
  • Ирмгард Вилле
    Der Arbeiter
  • Польский
    Збигнев Дмитроча
    Robotnik
  • Сербский
    Томислав Шиовац
    Радник
  • Французский
    Серж Фошеро
    L`Ouvrier
  • Чешский
    Мария Марчанова
    Dělník

А вот еще:

Thoughts

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 wor...

A Ballad

Lucifer my friend gave me five horses / and one gold ruby ring, / for me to go down, down into the ground, / for me to see the sky's young face. / / My horses beat their hooves, snorted, begged / to gallop like birds all over the earth, / and I believed the sun's light burned for me, ...

The Turkey

In the morning of my unsure memory / I recall a many-coloured meadow, / where ruled a haughty / turkey, adored by me. / / He was malicious and free, / his beak crimson as fire / and he was sharply scornful / of my four years. / / Neither chocolate, nor caramels, / nor pineapp...

The palm groves and the aloe thickets…

The palm groves and the aloe thickets, / a silvery, matt stream, / the sky is infinitely blue, / the sky is gold from rays. / / What more do you want, heart? / Is happiness a fable or a lie? / Why do you give yourself up submissively / to another faith temptations? / / Do you w...

The Giraffe

O, the look in your eyes this morning is more than usually sad, / With your little arms wrapped round your knees and body bent in half. / Let me tell you a story: far, far away, on the distant shores of Lake Chad, / There roams a most majestic giraffe / / Blessed with a handsome build and...

A Ballad

My friend, Lucifer gave five horses to me, / And a radiant ruby-stone beautiful ring, / So that I could go down to marvelous caves, / And could see there heaven's celestial face. / / Snorted horses, and zealous, they hoofed, and they begged / To race over and over the space of the earth...