02.05.2024
Igor Severyanin - Незрячей (Nezryachey) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Translation
Blind
Love revealed vision of Iolanthe,
When Bertrand was sent her by fate.
I meditate on the talent,
In the beloved feather blind.
Who will mature? Who the knight?
Are you not late in years?
O, the mean and grumpy queen,
Poison for you on letter table!
Instead you write with ink and you sting
All now – think – and me…
But you yourself are almost disgraced, –
O, let you be kept by rhyme.
Beware, illustrious! Early
Or late you will know court of fate.
Pray Bertrand from your heaven:
There’s time, maybe, to see the light!..
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