На этой сцене я плохой актер
И страха не скрывает маска грима.
Мой взгляд свиреп, но не возжечь костер
Смиреннейшему сердцу пилигрима.
И я робею вновь произнести
Слова любви согласно ритуалу,
Как тот цветок, упрятанный в горсти,
Как коготь льва, затупленный о скалы.
Стихи красноречивей праздных слов,
Они звучат в груди моей горящей,
Молящие награды и оков
Любимых рук, и глаз… И ты обрящешь,
Едва научишься читать в моих глазах
Все, что не смел я, что не досказал.
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As an imperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength′s abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love′s rite,
And in mine own love′s strength seem to decay,
O′ercharged with burden of mine own love′s might:
О let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
О learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love′s fine wit.
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Два чоловіки (Two Husbands) - Калінін Микола Це переклад з Роберта У. Сервіса (Robert W. Service)
Unpenitent, I grieve to state,
Two good men stood by heaven's gate,
Saint Peter coming to await.
The stopped the Keeper of the Keys,
Saying: "What suppliants are these,
Who wait me not on bended knees?
"To get my heavenly Okay
A man should have been used to pray,
Or suffered in some grievous way."
"Oh I have suffered," cried the first.
"Of wives I had the wicked worst,
Who made my life a plague accurst.
"Such martyrdom no tongue can tell;
In mercy's name it is not well
To doom me to another hell."
Saint Peter said: "I comprehend;
But tribulations have their end.
The gate is open, - go my friend."
Then said the second: "What of me?
More I deserve to pass than he,
For I've been wedded twice, you see."
Saint Peter looked at him a while,
And then he answered with a smile:
"Your application I will file.
"Yet twice in double yoke you've driven...
Though sinners with our Saints we leaven,
We don't take IMBECILES in heaven."