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Sxtono

Камень

 Rigardas sxtono kun malamo
Al vi. Kaj paspermesas vin.
En fend' submuska flagras flamo,
Kaj ne lampiroj kreas gxin.

Logxantoj en profund' sensona,
Servistoj de malgaja regx',
Ofendigxemaj, vokis sxtonon —
La plenumonton de la vengx'.

El mar' aperis sxton' terura.
Li tage kusxas sur la bord',
Sed nokte li trarompas turojn
Kaj murdas - kiel sia lord'.

Li flugas tra dezertaj kampoj,
Atente kusxas post arbed',
Eklumos per intern' brulanta,
Kaj — rekten , ek , longega jxet'...

La nokta vojo nevidenda
Malofte logas lin al si.
Sed timu , timu lin ofendi
Pli multe rei povos li.

Li prisilentos , kaj senmove
Aspektos kiek vuta klif'
Lokante malamikon novan
En nigra list'gxis fin' de viv'.

Kaj kie ajn vi bondormante
Kasxigxos , vi ne trompos lin.
Eksercxos vin la sxton' fluganta,
Al brust' sovagxe jxetos sin.

Kaj vi ekgxemos mirigite
Vidante lumon de la brul'
Auxdante rokon faligitan
Kaj krakon de l'ostar' de l'ul'.

Trinkinte sangon , la mortilo
Forflugos kun matena blov',
Soligos korpon pli similan
Al hund' sur kiun sxtupis bov'.

Li songxos poste pri mortigo,
Pri akra kling', pri ragxa stang',
Dum flus' fidela lin purigos
De malfluidigxinta sang'.

Другие переводы:

  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
    Kameň
  • Французский
    Николай Гумилёв
    La pierre

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