Ý. Äèêèíñîí. 616. I rose because He sank

616 (1862)
ß ïîäíÿëàñü, âåäü îí ñíèêàë,
Èíîãî ÿ æäàëà –
Íî ìåæäó òåì, êàê îí ñëàáåë,
Äóøà ìîÿ ðîñëà –

Åãî ïîäáàäðèâàëà ÿ –
Òâåðäèëà ïåñíîïåíèÿ
Ñâîäèëà ïëåíêó ãèìíàìè –

Êîãäà ñî ëáà åãî ðîñà
Ñîøëà – ÿ ëáà åãî áàëüçàì
Ñ ìîèì ñîåäèíèëà –   

È ëó÷øèå – òâåðäèëà ÿ –
Ñâîä ïëîòè – íèçêèé ñâîä –
Äîëæíû ïðîéòè – íå èñïóãàòü
Ìîãèëîé õðàáðåöîâ –
 
ß ãîâîðèëà î Ìèðàõ,
Ãäå öàðñòâèå Öàðè
Ïðèãîòîâëÿþò òåì èç íàñ,
Êòî âåðíîñòü ñîõðàíèë –
 
Òàê – ñèëîé ãèìíîâ è âñåõ ìûøö
Óñèëüÿ ìîåãî –
Íå çíàþ, ñïîñîáîì êàêèì –
ß ïîäíÿëà åãî –
23.02 – 5.03.2022
 
 
616
I rose — because He sank —
I thought it would be opposite —
But when his power dropped —
My Soul grew straight.
 
I cheered my fainting Prince —
I sang firm — even — Chants —
I helped his Film — with Hymn —
 
And when the Dews drew off
That held his Forehead stiff —
I met him —
Balm to Balm —
 
I told him Best — must pass
Through this low Arch of Flesh —
No Casque so brave
It spurn the Grave —
 
I told him Worlds I knew
Where Emperors grew —
Who recollected us
If we were true —
 
And so with Thews of Hymn —
And Sinew from within —
And ways I knew not that I knew — till then —
I lifted Him —