18.05.2024
Igor Severyanin - Монолог императрицы (Monolog imperatritsy) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Translation
Monologue of the empress
I, dowager empress,
Sit on my quick winded brig
And sail to sea, so as to hide from
All courtiers of gossip and intrigue.
My oldest son, sitting on the throne,
And his wife extra-terrestrial
Got mired in such a dusky halo,
That amazed with them is the land.
The hungry flock of his lovers,
Like an enraged panthers’ crowd,
Tears the mantle of ermine
The gay man with unworthy arms.
His wife, from jealousy losing her reason
Revenges him, evil and precise.
And people, subjected to infection,
Loads into lust, drunkenness, darkness and laziness.
To their eyes flatters retinue unbridled,
Like, on the sly, upheaval.
Oh, wrapped with tight cobweb
Is the intrigue, crawling to people.
Not with anyone about anything come to agreement,
In land, coming to pitiful zero.
The empress dormant.
I hurry to sail to king-neigbor.
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