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The Giraffe

Жираф

Today I can tell that your gaze is especially sad
And your arms are especially thin as they clasp round your knee.
Listen, I’ll tell you how far, far away, on the shores of Lake Chad,
An exquisite giraffe wanders free.

He has been created so languid and graceful and slim
With dapples in magical patterns adorning his hide,
So only the moon in her beauty compares with him
As she shimmers and breaks on the crystal lake’s rippling tide.

He looks like the many-hued sails of a ship from afar.
He floats in his gallop as birds do in joy of their flight.
I know that the earth sees much wonder when at the first star
He hides in a cavern of marble to wait out the night.

I can tell of mysterious lands and of laughter and bliss,
Of the maid black but comely, the passionate young chief on the plain…
But you, for too long you’ve inhaled the weight of the mist.
You do not believe there is anything other than rain.

And how can I tell you of the scent of the grasses that play
Beneath slender palms, and how tropical gardens there lie…
You’re crying? Just listen… on the shores of Lake Chad, far away,
An exquisite giraffe wanders by.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Ольга Слободкина
    Giraffe
  • Фёдор Манин
    Giraffe
  • Стефен Додсон
    Giraffe
  • Джеймс Скоттс
    The Giraffe
  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Giraffe
  • Алисса Гиллеспи
    Giraffe
  • Дон Магер
    Giraffe
  • Маша Блох
    The Giraffe
  • Марианна Кауфман
    Giraffe
  • Ричард Маккейн
    Giraffe
  • Миша Руднев
    Giraffe
  • Алексей Ткаченко-Гастев
    The Giraffe
  • Бренди Вермильон
    The Giraffe
  • Катарина Гилберт
    The Giraffe
  • Александр Шаумян
    The Giraffe
  • Бабр
    Giraffe
  • Малькольм Линдси
    The Giraffe
  • Александр Ситницкий
    The Giraffe
  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
    Жираф
  • Иврит
    Макар Свирепый
    ג`ירפ
  • Лиля Голдовская
    ג`ירפ
  • Испанский
    Луис Гомес де Аранда, Елена Курченко
    Jirafa
  • Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
    La Jirafa
  • Амайя Лакаса, Рафаэль Руис де ла Кеста
    La Jirafa
  • Эрнесто Эрнандес Бусто, Хосе Мануэль Прието
    Jirafa
  • Итальянский
    Алекс Бронштейн
    Giraffa
  • Мануэла Витторелли
    La Giraffa
  • Амедео Анелли
    La giraffa
  • Каталанский
    Джулия Феррер, Ричард Сан Винсенте
    La Girafa
  • Китайский
    Ван Чжао Цзянь
    长颈鹿
  • Хуа Ли
    长颈鹿
  • Немецкий
    Борис Брайнин
    Die Giraffe
  • Ирмгард Вилле
    Die Giraffe
  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
    Žirafa
  • Украинский
    Наталия Горишная
    Жирафа
  • Максим Стриха
    Жираф
  • Французский
    Ирина Канычева
    Girafe
  • Екатерина Литвиненко
    La Girafe
  • Хорватский
    Фикрет Цацан
    Žirafa
  • Эсперанто
    Татьяна Аудерская
    La Ĝirafo
  • Эстонский
    Калью Кангур
    Kaelkirjak
  • Андрес Эхин
    Kaelkirjak
  • Уно Лахт
    Kaelkirjak
  • Японский
    Кадзуя Гошима
    キリン
  • Новонорвежский
    Ю Эгген
    Giraffen
  • Персидский
    Автор неизвестен
    زرافه
  • Греческий
    Виктория Бонарева, Василис Чоулиарас
    Καμηλοπάρδαλη
  • Турецкий
    Атаол Бехрамоглу
    Çad Gölü Şiirleri
  • Португальский
    Фабио Малавоглия
    A Girafa
  • Джерсийский
    Герайнт Дженнигс
    Girafe

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