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Death

Смерть

Fragile, pallid, dressed in ashen vesture,
You appeared with kindness in your eyes.
Quite unlike your previous meeting’s gesture –
Howling trump and slashing rapier’s cries. 

Overcome with gold’s intoxication,
Bared you thus your scintillating breast.
There amidst the bloody mist’s striation
Heaven’s journey leapt from idler’s rest.

As Astraea’s thirst assuaged was never,
Deep became those blinking gazes’ charms,
Faster coursed the rush of blood than ever,
And the strength increased in weary arms.

But although you’re now to me an alien,
from my former dreams I you will know.
With your songs of heaven, you have lured me,
And together there with you I’ll go.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    St. Sol
    Death
  • Венгерский
    Иштван Бака
    Halál
  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
    Śmierć

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