• Язык:
    Польский (Polska)

Spacer

Прогулка

Po alejach jasnych my biegali,
Przebiegali po kobiercach traw,
Złote liście cicho opadały
W granatowy i uśpiony staw.

I dziwactwa, marzenia i myśli
Ona swoje powierzała mi,
Wszystko, co dziewczyna może przyśnić
O miłości, która jeszcze śpi.

Zapewniała: „Miłość jest wolnością,
Bo w miłości człowiek wolny jest,
Takie serce płonie szlachetnością,
Które umie kochać aż po kres”.

Jej ogromnych oczu blask olśniewał
I widziałem zakochany wzrok
W obramieniu, gdzie złociste drzewa
Z wodą utworzyły jeden krąg

Pomyślałem: „Miłość nie jest taka!
W życiu – ona, jak płonący las,
Jeśli milczę, to niewielka strata,
Od tej chwili los jednoczy nas”.

Другие переводы:

  • Китайский
    Чжан Бинг
    无题

А вот еще:

Ezbekiah

How strange - a decade ago precisely I / Was there, looking at Ezbekiah. / The great Cairo garden, as a full moon / Solemnly blessed the gathering night. / / I was worn down because of a woman, / And neither the salty fresh wind from the sea, / Nor the commotion of the exotic bazaar /...

The Word

In those days, over the new world, when / God turned His face,** then / The word stopped the sun,*** / The word brought down a town.**** / / The eagle stretched not his wing, / The stars in fear stung at the moon, / When, like a rose colored flame, / Through the heights, the word sw...

Baby Elephant

My love for you’s become - a baby elephant, / Not long since born in Paris or Berlin / Who stamps on padded soles about the rooms / Inside its owner’s small menagerie. / / Do not attempt to offer him those fine French rolls, / And do not offer him the heads of cabbages, / ...

The Stray Tram

The street I walked was unfamiliar, / Suddenly I heard crows caw, / And a lute clink, and distant thunder, - / In front of me a tram flew. / / How I leaped up on its rail / Puzzled me a great deal, / For in the air, its fiery trail / Persisted through the light of day. / / It t...

Among Gypsies

Heavily he swayed as if he were drugged, / Teeth flashing beneath the fierce moustache, / Dressed in scarlet, he seemed half-crazed, / With braids of entwined gold sash. / / An instrument’s string... a throaty scream... and suddenly / Sweetness moaned through my blood, / How wil...

The Drunk Dervish

Nightingales in the cypresses, a moon on the lake, / Black stone, white stone, much wine I have drunk. / The bottle singing loud in my heart says now: / The world’s the light in a friend’s face, all else shadow! / / I am smitten by the wine server, not today, not yesterday. / ...