Серые глаза. – Восход,
Доски мокрого причала.
Дождь ли? Слёзы ли? Прощанье.
И отходит пароход…
Нашей верности года…
Вера и надежда? Да:
Пой молитву всех влюблённых:
«Любим? Значит – навсегда!»
Чёрные глаза. – Молчи!
Шёпот у штурвала длится.
Пена вдоль бортов струится
В блеск тропической ночи.
Южный Крест – прозрачней льда.
Снова падает звезда.
Вот молитва всех влюблённых:
«Любим? Значит – навсегда!»
Карие глаза. – Простор.
Степь. Бок о бок мчатся кони.
И сердцам в старинном тоне
Вторит топот эхом гор.
И – натянута узда…
И в ушах звучит тогда
Вновь молитва всех влюблённых:
«Любим? Значит – навсегда!»
Синие глаза. – Холмы
Серебрятся лунным светом,
И дрожит индийским летом
Вальс, манящий в гущу тьмы…
- Офицеры… Мэйбл… когда?..
Колдовство. Вино. Молчанье…
Эта искренность признанья:
«Любим? Значит – навсегда!»
//Да… Но жизнь взглянула хмуро.
Сжальтесь надо мной: ведь вот –
Весь в долгах перед амуром,
Я – четырежды банкрот!
И моя ли в том вина?
Если б снова хоть одна
Улыбнулась благосклонно,
Я бы сорок раз тогда
Спел молитву всех влюблённых:
«Любим? Значит – навсегда!»//
(Пер. В. Бетаки)
The Lovers’ Litany
Eyes of grey – a sodden quay,
Driving rain and falling tears,
As the steamer puts to sea
In a parting storm of cheers.
Sing, for Faith and Hope are high –
None so true as you and I –
Sing the Lovers’ Litany: -
“Love like ours never die!”
Eyes of black – a throbbing keel,
Milky foam to left and right;
Whispered converse near the wheel
In the brilliant tropic night.
Cross that rules the Southern Sky!
Stars that sweep, and turn, and fly
Hear the Lovers’ Litany: -
“Love like ours never die!”
Eyes of brown – a dusty plain
Split and parched with heat of June.
Flying hoof and tightened rein,
Hearts that beat the ancient tune.
Side by side the horses fly,
Frame we now the old reply
Of the Lovers’ Litany: -
“Love like ours never die!”
Eyes of blue – the Simla Hills
Silvered with moonlight hoar;
Pleading of the waltz that thrills,
Dies and echoes round Benmore.
“Mabel”, “Officers”, “Good-bye”,
Glamour, wine, and witchery –
On my soul’s sincerity,
“Love like ours never die!”
Maidens, of your charity,
Pity my most luckless state,
Four times Cupid’s debtor I –
Bankrupt in quadruplicate.
Yet, despite my evil case,
An a maiden showed me grace,
Four-and-forty times would I
Sing the Lovers’ Litany: -
“Love like ours never die!”
Grey eyes. - Sunrise,
Wet boards.
Rain? Less? Fareweigh.
And goes a steamer ...
Our loyalty of the year ...
Vera and hope? Yes:
Sing the prayer of all lovers:
"Love? So - forever! "
Black eyes. - Silence!
The whisper at the steering wheel lasts.
Foam along the sides flows
In the brilliance of the tropical night.
Southern Cross - Transparent Ice.
Star drops again.
Here is a prayer of all lovers:
"Love? So - forever! "
Brown eyes. - Spacious.
Steppe. Side about side horses rushing.
And hearts in an old tone
Fights the echo echo.
And - stretched the zloda ...
And in the ears he sounds then
Again the prayer of all lovers:
"Love? So - forever! "
Blue eyes. - Hills
Silver lunar light
And trembles indian summer
Waltz, Manthawn in Darkness ...
- Officers ... Maib ... When? ..
Witchcraft. Wine. Silence ...
This sincerity is recognized:
"Love? So - forever! "
// Yes ... But life glanced frowning.
Made by me: After all, here -
All in debt in front of Amur,
I am four bankrupt!
And is my fault?
If b again at least one
Smiled favorably
I would forty times then
Sang a prayer for all lovers:
"Love? So - forever! "//
(Per. V. Betaki)
The Lovers' Litany
Eyes of Gray - A Sodden Quay,
Driving Rain and Falling Tears
AS THE STEAMER PUTS TO SEA
IN A PARTING STORM OF CHEERS.
Sing, for Faith and Hope Are High -
None SO True As You and I -
Sing the Lovers' Litany: -
"LOVE LIKE OURS NEVER DIE!"
Eyes of Black - A Throbbing Keel,
Milky Foam To Left and Right;
Whispered Converse Near The Wheel
In The Brilliant Tropic Night.
Cross That Rules The Southern Sky!
STARS THAT SWEEP, AND TURN, AND FLY
Hear The Lovers' Litany: -
"LOVE LIKE OURS NEVER DIE!"
EYES OF BROWN - A Dusty Plain
Split and Parched with Heat of June.
Flying Hoof and Tightened Rein,
Hearts That Beat The Ancient Tune.
Side by Side The Horses Fly,
Frame We Now The Old Reply
Of The Lovers' Litany: -
"LOVE LIKE OURS NEVER DIE!"
EYES OF BLUE - THE SIMLA HILLS
Silvered with Moonlight Hoar;
PLEADING OF THE WALTZ THAT THRILLS,
Dies and Echoes Round Benmore.
"Mabel", "Officers", "good-bye",
Glamor, Wine, and Witchery -
ON My Soul's Sincerity,
"LOVE LIKE OURS NEVER DIE!"
Maidens, of Your Charity,
PITY MY MOST LUCKLESS STATE,
FOUR TIMES CUPID'S DEBTOR I -
Bankrupt in Quadruplicate.
Yet, Despite My Evil Case,
An A Maiden Showed Me Grace
Four and Forty Times Would I
Sing the Lovers' Litany: -
"LOVE LIKE OURS NEVER DIE!"
