My dearest, the every precious moment

Перевод ст. Б.Пастернака «Ты значил все в моей судьбе…»
Для XVIII Всероссийского конкурса поэтов-переводчиков Томского государственного университета Лира-25 (2025 год)
Диплом участника, диплом - специальная номинация "За авторский подход"

My dearest, the every precious moment
Is lustre of the candle in the night.
The strings of life, the music of the loving,
The spirits of the friendships - all alike.

Then brutal winds: the times of trouble:
A roaring evidence of war…
The debris in the place of homes,
Decomposition of the whole.

I was unfortunate, but standing
Against the grief as years fled.
I never hoped to see you, darling!
Your dear, dear silhouette!

I read the letters of your wisdom,
The pages burning in my palm.
The stronger rains were beating windows,
The brighter flame to have me done!

…I ran and ran, and, far from people,
Was striving for the one to come!
The snows and ashes of the city -
The buried dramas of the slums!

Who now believes? We can’t but dare
And see the lantern of the day.
Reborn, we proudly declare
The Victory to celebrate.

We - streaming life in trails of ages,
The speeding pace of marathon,
For sharply sympathy of senses
Be graceful bell in every dome!

17.02.2025