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Первый опыт перевода собственных стихов на английский язык...
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CETERUM CENSEO (ENGLISH VERSION).
I
DE AMORE.
What's Love? An Inclination of Two Souls,
That once appeared, and so exists forever;
The Spirit of Hedonism is, at all,
The Reigning King of Men. But It had never
Been King of Love. And so, if you are slaves
For Pleasures of your Flesh, that's all about
You will not find your Love on such a Way,
Before the Soul, that's meant to Yours `ld be found!
25.12.2015 г.
II
DE VITA NOSTRA.
We were starting from clean
Sheets. They're white, oh, so glaringly, -
Our conscience was clear,
We'd a number of daring dreams.
If we only could know, -
Life's incredibly changeable!
Day by day, years have gone,
Now `tis nothing to say about:
Lives, they were full of fears,
And the dreams still did not come true,
Souls were filled with the tears,
There was nothing, that we could do.
And for now, the sheets,
That we once knew, as our lives,
Aren't so blank, we can see,
And are not full of notes, alas...
26.12.2015 г.
III
DE TEMPORE.
It is a priori, but, may be, it's just an Abstraction,
I hardly believe, through all this, in Abstraction of Time,
That's slipping through fingers, so real, I cannot react on,
My Past, it has gone , now only Remembrance is mine.
It's only an image, that's filled both with Light and with Sorrow,
The Image, I keep in my Soul day by day through the years,
And I am recalling that summer... I'll take to the morrow
The laugh and the smiles on the faces of dearest friends.
A Mind is bedrid, comprehending the time, that is flying,
It ia a priori, we know. To repeat is in vain,
But still, anyhow, it makes us a little bit crying:
Years are passing by, and we cannot relive them again...
26.12.2015 г.
IV
DE FATO.
What's Fate? It's only the Predestination
To our lives, to thoughts and concrete deeds,
It is Predeterminacy. Sensations
Aren't possible in all we get or need.
Is Fate a Friend or Foe? It seems, it's neutral
For most of us: if you are neither Saint,
Nor Executor, you're, in all your actions,
Joys, doubts, sorrows, following your Fate
Without a sense of that Predestination;
Nay, vice versa, you may think, that you,
Bewinged by Freedom, Mind and Aspiration,
Can call your Fate to Fight, and win it too!
In sorrowful reality, the Fate is
Creating Lives, alike the Sculptors do.
Fate keeps her secrets and, - don't be awaiting! -
She'll ne'er disclose them, both to me or you.
But is it useful for us, that's a question,
To know, what lies there waiting, down the line?
What if they're worth, not vain, the expectations
To win (not so Almighty?) Fate in Fight?
27.12.2015 г.
V
DE MORTE.
Since World just began and forever, we're only not ready
For Her... And it isn't a shame just of Her to be frightened,
We name Her - and freeze up, cause even the Name is sp scary;
We don't wanna know, what the Mistress of Ashes is hiding.
We don't know an Hour - but is this Ignorance to save us,
Or only a Carriage? We're waiting for Her anywhere...
But Time, it will come, and She will be in Time, Queen of Mares,
Although we're craving - just Her - to delay and not care of!
27.12.2015 г.
VI
DE MUSICA.
Let there be the Sound, for Hearing the Caress!
So let the World know, what's Unspeakable forever!
Let's Music play! For Soul it sounds like the Mass,
Gates of Eternity, the Way to Distant Heaven!
What's Word? It, surely, `ll come the Times, an Hour, when,
There will be no one to read the Words of Wisdom:
All languages will be dead. But Music - even then
Will open Hearts and Souls, conquer the Inner Kingdom!
Do sound through the Times, the language, so Divine,
That cries not for the Words, from Heart itself does grow!
I hear your Voice - and somewhere in the Soul of mine
I do believe, that I'm Immortal too... I know it...
28.12.2015 г.
VII
DE UNA ABSTRACTIA.
Do stare! Do stare! Put off your first opinions,
They're lying to you, just without a shame:
If you will just believe them, you would thinking
Of Greatest Joke, and may not estimate
This Masterpiece... What, if you'll think, the Jester
Could only call this paint a Masterpiece,
Being laughing out loud... But you'd better
Put off these thoughts: it is not, what it seems!
Do stare! So should you now see the Darkness
Without an Edge? You're trying t' hide your eyes:
Eternity `s what you've just seen... Disaster
Is in that fact, we'll never realize
Or understand the Gloom, which is so Endless,
Eternal and Persistent... Empty? Well,
It seems to you, you're on the Edge of Abyss...
What Force keeps you from falling down to Hell?
What, if `tis Nothing? You'll, just in a moment,
Fall into Darkness, in your worst Nightmare.
And it may be Oblivion or Torment...
But th' Abyss is not empty! Just do stare!
You'll see the stars, that seem the so-light sleepers,
Seas, Oceans, cities, people in the mess,
And roses, - can't you feel their scent, to breathe it?
There's no only place to Emptiness!
So what it was? What had you just seen here?
You'll find the answer in a one-more-look:
It is the Universe, like it was near,
So close before, it's sounded: "Fiat Lux!".
29.12.2015 г.
VIII
DE FUTURO.
I would be talking `bout the Future,
But I'm not a Chirognomist
And also not a Prophet. Jury
May plead me guilty in deceit.
I'm not an Astromant. I cannot
Read someone's Fate by Stars' strange whims,
The Omen of the Dreadful Event
I cannot differ from the dream
That's not prophetic... I can't stave off
The Illness... But I know for real:
If something happens anywhere,
It happens by the Heaven's Will.
29.12.2015 г.
А. Сингилеев.
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