Marina Tsvetayeva - Разлука (Razluka) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

Translation

Parting

1

Tower battle
Somewhere in Kremlin.
What on earth,
Where –

My castle,
My meekness,
My bravery,
My holiness.

Tower battle.
Abandoned battle.
Where on earth –
My
Home,

My – sleep,
My – laughter,
My – light,
Of narrow soles – trace.

Precisely with hand
Discarded at night –
Battle.

2

I raise the arms
Thrown down long ago.
Empty arms
In empty black window
I throw in the midnight beating
Of hours -
I want to go home!
Thus: head down from the tower! - Home!

In whisper and rustle:
Not on the stone of a square...
My wing was shot
By some young warrior.

3

More sharply, more sharptly
Your arms do twist!
Between us are heavenly
Rivers - not versts,
Between us are parting's lands azure,
Where forever inseparable
Are I and you.

In silver harness
The highway runs.
I don't twist the arms!
Without sound
I only pull them
Like ashberry waves
Into the parting,
Into the stork flock's trace.

Without looking back
The stork flock aspires,

Conceit I won't doff!
In death - well-attired
I'll be - your golden-feathered speed is
The final bulwark
In loss of space!

4

Hide head of bed
Like a dark olive,
Jealous are gods
Of earthly love.

Every rustle
And whisper they hear.
Know, not just to you
The young man is dear.

Someone is mad at
Luxury of May.
Be careful of
The sharp-eyed sky.

--------------------

That rocks and cliffs
Lure him, you conjure,
That call of fame
With voice of copper

Chest on the spear
To depth, lures him?
The rising wave
You think - drowns him?

Sting of the fortune
Pierced - you see?
Deeper than disgrace
Is tsar's mercy.

That you wander late in the
Low lands you shed tears.
Invisible ones, not the
Earth-born you should fear.

Visible to them
On the comb is each hair.
Gods have a thousand
Eyes to spare.

Fear not the quicksand -
Fear sky's blue!
Insatiable
Is heart of Zeus.

5

Quietly
With an arm careful and thin
I'll untangle the tangles:
Arms - and to neighing
Obedient, will rustle the amazon
On empty and resounding steps of parting.

Stomps his feet and neighs
In the lit flight the winged one. In the eyes -
Flaming of dawn.
Little arms, little arms!
You call in vain:
The staircase of Lethe pours between them.

6

Gray-haired, you won't see me
You growing big I won't see,
You the tears won't press
From eyes that are motionless.

For all of your torment.
Crying is the fight:
Put down your hand!
Leave the coat behind!

In apathy's
Stone-eyed cameo
Like mothers I won't
Tarry in the door:

(With heaviness of
Blood, knees, eye -
In the final earthly
Time!)

Not as a crawling, wounded beast -
No, as a lump of rock
I'll leave from the door -
Of life. What for
Do the tears pour,
When the stone is lifted
From shoulders of yours?

Not a stone! Already
As wide as an eagle
Is the cloak! And already by river of azure
Into the city of light, where
The mother
To take her kid
Would not dare.

7

With silver growth
He tore up and away.
That Zeus would not
See him -
Pray!

At the first rustle
Be fearful and stand.
They're jealous of
Beauty of man.

Their call is scarier
Than jaw of a beast.
Jealous of beauty
Is the gods' nest.

With flowers, with laurels
They'll lure up and away.
That Zeus would not
Choose him -
Pray!

Thundering with eagles'
Wings is the sky.
With all chest shatter -
That you won't hide.

In eagles' thunder -
O beak! O blood!
The tiny lamb
Is hanging - Love..

Bare-headed,
With chest - prostate..
That Zeus would not
Raise him -
Pray!

8

I know, I know
That charm is of earth,
That this carved,
Beautiful cup –
No more ours
Than stars,
Than nests,
Than air,
Hanging out on the dawns.

I know, I know
Who is more often master!
But they would put the leg in front –
In eagle heights tower!
And with a wing – the cup
From thunderous and pink lips
Of God!

<9>

Your......features
Imprinted by beginning.
I'll become older, and you
Will stay just as young.

Your......features,
Sharpened by burning wind.
I'll be hunched over, and you
Will stand elegantly.

Midday shade of the hair,
That to my gray spots lean...
My age, day to day, year to year,
You will gradually become my son...

<10>

The final beauty,
Last heaviness yet:
The child, hitting palms
At my feet.

But this final beauty
I'll take care of no less
And I'll throw down this
Last heaviness.

Stinging with inspired
Women's flattery,
As if not a teen but
A lover at the feet -

About the wanderings -
Along the amazed Universe
Under the rain of laurel,
Under the rain of oak.

The beauty final,
The heaviness final -
The child, the cloak grasping..
In torment born! When you'll tell the people
That there was no equal
In art of parting!

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