Marina Tsvetayeva - Стихи К Чехии. Сентябрь. (Stikhi K Chekhii. Sentyabrʹ.) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

Translation

Poems To Czechia. September.

1

Full and spacious is the land.
There is just one woe:
There is no sea for the Czechs,
To the Czechs – were seas of

Tears: for salt there is no need!
Stocked up for long time!
Three hundred years of slavery,
Twenty years of freedom.

Not idle, like a bird –
Human and god’s.
Twenty years of greatness
Twenty years of adverbs

All – upon the peaceful field
One people.
Thirty years without liberty,
Twenty years of freedom –

Everyone. Fire and home -
Everyone. Sciences, games -
Everyone. Labor - to anyone -
If only there were hands.

On the field and in the school –
Look! What shoots – please heed him!
Thirty years of slavery.
Twenty years of freedom.

Confirm then, the guests
Czechs, all together:
It was sown – with the full hand,
It was built – with honor.

For two decades – even then
(It is not the complete!)
Like nowhere in the world
Was their song and thought.

From pain having grayed,
Moan the Vltava’s waters:
Thirty years of slavery.
Freedom – twenty years.

On the eagle rocks
Like an eagle scattered –
And what had happened
To my land, my Czech heaven?

Mountains have been chipped away.
Pulled away – by ocean…
Thirty years of slavery.
Twenty years of freedom.

In the village happiness was woven
Red, blue, variegated.
What had happened to you,
The Czech two-tailed lion?

Foxes overcame
Forests to the leader!
Thirty years of slavery.
Twenty years of freedom.

Hear with every tree,
Vltava, listen, forest!
Lion rhymes with mine,
But, Vltava – glory.

Only for an hour – not more
All misfortune of yours!
Through the slavery’s night
The white freedom day!

2

The mountains - tours the field!
The black forests,
In the water the valleys peer,
The mountains – and the heavens.

Freer is edge of everything
And most generous one.
These mountains are homeland
For my son.

Dales – pastures for the deer,
Do not confuse the beasts –
The hut will with roof be covered,
And guns in forest –

No matter how much passed
Versts – not single one.
These mountains are homeland
For my son.

My son there I had raised
And flowed – water?
Was it days
Or goose white herds?...

In summer Christmas
Celebrates the blackcurrant.
These huts – are the homeland
Of my son.

There was birth into the world
By birth to paradise.
God, having made Bohemia,
Said, “Land most glorious!

All gifts of nature,
All – by birth to paradise
More dangerous than the homeland
Of my son!”

The Czech underground:
Marriage of streams and ores!
God created Bohemia
And said, “Good work!”

All was – rootless
Only not one –
There was no homeland
For the son of mine.

Cursed – who occupied
That humble paradise
With deer and with hares,
With pheasant feathers.

Damned – the one who sold,
Never forgiven - see!
The homeland age-old
All who is without a country!

My land, my land, sold
All alive, with the beast,
With miracle gardens
With mountain breeds,

With whole nations
In field, without housing,
Moaning: homeland!
My homeland!

The Lord’s! Bohemia!
Don’t lie like a layer!
God gave to both –
And he will give another!

In vow – lifting the hand
Of all your sons –
To die for homeland
Of all without land.

3

On the card is place:
See – blood in the face!
In grandmother’s torments
Each village beats in sorrow.

Divided – with an axe
Border pole
Ulcer eats everything
On the body of the world.

From the porch to the stately
Mountain – eagle’s nests –
In a thousand square
Irrevocable versts –

Ulcer.
Lay down to rest –
Czech: alive was buried.
There in people’s chest
Is our wound: our murdered!

Only that land is named
Brothers’ rain on eyes!
Fat, celebrate the scam!
In your success be nice.

Fat, Judas – celebrate!
We – in whom the heart –
Is: the place on the map there
Is empty: our honour.

4

ONE OFFICER

Czech forest –
The most forest.
Year – nineteen hundred
Thirty eight.

Day and month? Echoing, vertices,
The day the Germans entered the Czechs!

Forests – reddish,
Day – blue-grey.
Twenty soldiers,
One officer.

Cool-headed and chubby, the officer
Is guarding the border.

My forest, around,
My bush, around,
My home, around,
Mine – is this home.

I won’t give trees,
I won’t give houses,
I won’t give land,
I won’t hand over a span!

Deciduous darkness.
The heart’s fright:
The steps of Prussians?
Knocking on heart?

My forest, farewell!
My century, farewell!
My end, farewell!
Mine – this edge is well!

May the entire land
Go to your feet!
I am under leg
The stone won’t give!

The stomp of boots upon the floor,
Germans! – leaflet.
The iron’s ore.
Germans! – the whole forest.

Germans! – rolling
Caves and mountains
Threw a soldier
One is an officer.

From the forest – in a lively manner
To the bulk – with a revolver!

Crackled the shot.
Crackled the whole wood!
Forest – applause
All – applause!

While bullets whip at the German
The whole forest applauds him!

Maple, pine,
Foliage, needles,
All solid
In the forest’s thicket.

Good news
Were incurred,
For what’s saved –
Czech honour.

Thus – the country
Is not surrendered,
Thus – the war
All the same - it had been!

My land, vivat –
Bite, herr!
Twenty soldiers.
One officer.

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HOMELAND OF RADIUM

Maybe that century’s
Scourge is blind
Homeland of light
Took under the boot, maybe

Look at those mountains!
In these mountains
The better is found:
Homeland – radium.

Wanderer, with all eyes
And the soul
Look at the mountains!
On the heart, write
Each depression:
Homeland – radium…

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