• Язык:
    Английский (English)

The Leopard


If you don't immediately singe the whiskers off n killed
leopard, its spirit will persecute the hunter.
Abyssinian Lore

The leopard I killed
is up to witc hcraft
and sorcery in my room
in the deep silence of the nights.
People come in and go away,
last of all she goes away
for whom the golden darkness
wanders in my veins.
It's late. The mice have squeaked,
the house spirit has coughed
and the leopard I killed
purrs beside my bed.
'A grey-blue mist floats
over the ravines of Dobrobran,
the sun, red as a wound,
floods Dobrobran with light.
The wind chases lo the easl
the smell of honey and verbena
and the hyenas roar and roar
and bury their noses in the sand.
My brother, my enemy, do you hear
the roars? Sense the smell, see the smoke?
Why then do you breathe
this moist air?
No, my murderer,
you must die in my country
so that I can he horn again
into the family of leopards.'
Will I really catch before dawn
his crafty call?
Ah, I did not listen to the advice.
I did not singe his whiskers.
It's too late. The enemy power
has overcome and is close:
suddenly the back of my neck is crushed
as though by a bronze hand.
Palms... A terrifying flame from the sky
burns the sands' watering hole.
The Danakil has fallen on a rock
with his flaming spear.
He does not know, does not ask
why my soul is proud,
he just abandons this soul
not knowing where.
I cannot fight back,
I am calm, I stand up.
I will finish my life
by the giraffes' well.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Руперт Мортон
    The Leopard
  • Дон Магер
  • Испанский
    Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
    El leopardo
  • Украинский
    Ганна Яновская

А вот еще:

Sixth Sense

Fine the wine that loves us, / Good bread baked for our sakes / And the women who torment and tease / Yet please us and in the end let us take them. / / But what do we do with the red / Hue of sunset that lets the sky grow cold / With blue in a still, strange serenity? / What to do ...

The Streetcar That Lost Its Way

While walking down a strange street / I suddenly heard the cawing of crows, / Distant thunder, and the tones of a lute - / Here came a streetcar flying past. / / How I managed to leap to its step / Is beyond me - even in the bright / Daylight it spewed behind itself / In the atmosph...


So this is all of life! Whirling, singing. / Oceans, metropolises, deserts, / A desultory reflection / Of what is lost forever. / / A flame rages, trumpets trumpet, / And chesnut-colored horses race, / Then the agitating lips / Of happiness, it seems repeat. / / And sorrow and ...

A Baby Elephant

Right now my love for you is a baby elephant / Born in Berlin or in Paris, / And treading with its cushioned feet / Around the zoo director's house. / / Do not offer it French pastries, / Do not offer it cabbage heads, / It can eat only sections of tangerines, / Or lumps of sugar an...


In the old days, when God cast down / His gaze upon the just created earth, / Words stopped the sun, / Words tore down whole towns. / / The terror-striken stars / huddled round the moon / When words, like pink flaming tongues / Floated down through air. / / The lower levels of ...

On that faraway star, upon Venus...

On that faraway star, upon Venus, / Where the Sun burns golden and brightly. / And on Venus, ah... upon Venus, / The blue leaves of trees they waft lightly. / / And loudly the waters they sing / The river, the fountain, the fall / Their noon song of freedom they ring / That lights u...