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Giraffe

Жираф

Your eyes look at me with especial sadness today,
Your arms give the knees an especially fragile embrace.
Now listen, along Lake Chad’s shore, far away,
An exquisite giraffe makes its pace.

He’s gracefully slender, with heavenly joy he is blessed,
His skin is adorned with a pattern of magic design.
To match it — the Moon alone only would dare contest
Diffusing and twisting the lake’s misty line.

From afar he resembles a galleon’s colourful sail,
His stride is so smooth as a bird in rapturous flight.
I know that the Earth watches wondrous marvels unveil,
As he retreats into a marble cave by night.

I know merry tales of mysterious faraway climes:
About an ebony girl, a bewitched and youthful chieftain,
But you’ve breathed this fog in for too long a time
You don’t wish to trust anything, but the rain.

And how can I render that tropical garden display
The scent of unthinkable herbs, slim palms’ grace
You’re crying? … Then listen, along Lake Chad’s shore, far away,
An exquisite giraffe makes its pace.

Другие переводы:

  • Английский
    Александр Ситницкий
    The Giraffe
  • Тамара Вардомская
    The Giraffe
  • Бренди Вермильон
    The Giraffe
  • Алексей Ткаченко-Гастев
    The Giraffe
  • Фёдор Манин
    Giraffe
  • Алисса Гиллеспи
    Giraffe
  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
    The Giraffe
  • Стефен Додсон
    Giraffe
  • Джеймс Скоттс
    The Giraffe
  • Дон Магер
    Giraffe
  • Оксана Соловьева
    Giraffe
  • Маша Блох
    The Giraffe
  • Малькольм Линдси
    The Giraffe
  • Александр Шаумян
    The Giraffe
  • Катарина Гилберт
    The Giraffe
  • Ольга Слободкина
    Giraffe
  • Бабр
    Giraffe
  • Ричард Маккейн
    Giraffe
  • Марианна Кауфман
    Giraffe
  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
    Жираф
  • Иврит
    Лиля Голдовская
    ג`ירפ
  • Макар Свирепый
    ג`ירפ
  • Испанский
    Луис Гомес де Аранда, Елена Курченко
    Jirafa
  • Эрнесто Эрнандес Бусто, Хосе Мануэль Прието
    Jirafa
  • Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
    La Jirafa
  • Амайя Лакаса, Рафаэль Руис де ла Кеста
    La Jirafa
  • Итальянский
    Амедео Анелли
    La giraffa
  • Мануэла Витторелли
    La Giraffa
  • Алекс Бронштейн
    Giraffa
  • Каталанский
    Джулия Феррер, Ричард Сан Винсенте
    La Girafa
  • Китайский
    Хуа Ли
    长颈鹿
  • Ван Чжао Цзянь
    长颈鹿
  • Немецкий
    Ирмгард Вилле
    Die Giraffe
  • Борис Брайнин
    Die Giraffe
  • Осетинский
    Инал Плиев
    Жираф
  • 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
    Андрес Эхин
    Kaelkirjak
  • Уно Лахт
    Kaelkirjak
  • Калью Кангур
    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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