Жемчужница и песчинка

Мне неотступно думать: где ты ныне,

Меня ль еще воспоминаешь ты?

Мне воевать с тупые злые бесы,

И под шелом увязывать власы.

Тебе воссесть архангелов одесно,

Следить с восторгом райские красы.

А в этой жизни, предков чтя обычай,

Тебе сберечь седую старину,

А с поля брани захватить добычей

На час утех ногайскую княжну.

Защитник, страж, певец родных пристанищ!

Сим прорицаю: купно с Неиным

Ты явишь правду, сам же ею станешь,

Ты будешь счастлив счастием земным!

По таинстве венчанья, как к святыне,

Навечно ты прилепишься к жене…

Мне уходить.

Во гробе зряще, не рыдай мене!

Afairy – tale

My Lord the Carpenter, behold

The plea of mortal soul!

In days of sheer youth I was told

This story as a whole:

There once had sprung a tragic love

Between a lightning white

Dispersing fres from high above,

And river, fowing wide.

The River marveled at the show

Of sparkling, dazzling spears;

And he refected them below

And mirrored radiant spheres.

Slow waters sparkled in delight

Or ran in thousand springs;

The mighty River watched the lights

That trembled on the strings.

The Lightning sang her frenzied songs,

She danced and prophesied;

The zigzag signs confessed and warned,

She knew she was desired.

The deep sweet waters closed the care

Of deep sweet heart in love;

He did not notice love was there

Until he heard enough.

The mighty River formed a lake

To hold that furious life

To hug in marital embrace

The one he called his wife.

The Lightning twinkled him a kiss

And rushed to meet her fate.

The freball blazed, blew up and hissed

And few to fall and fade.

Evaporating, boiling lake

Was veiled with misty fog;

The River groaned and strived to take

Last waters to the bog.

You could imagine him return

When tears of rain were shed;

The lake was dry, the grass was burnt,

The Lightning, she was dead.

This moarnful ballad makes me sad

And shivering from cold.

I am no bird I am no cat

I am a human soul.

My burning nature can't be changed,

I am all fames and fre;

Beyond all that, I am engaged,

And I don't want to die.

My Lord the Carpenter, I beg

That You should meet my plea;

Take cedar logs, and fasten belts,

And make a raft for me.