In every unspoken word

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Стихотворение Владимира Александрова

Вариант 1

There is a hidden sorrow, mute and deep,
In every word we leave unsaid, unspoken.
Let life be but the singing of the blood,
The seething of thoughts — let them boil, unbroken.

But words are only shadow, only echo
Of your existence’s roar, its abyssal call.
Try, for the coffins’ mirth, in quiet fervor,
To live, yet hide the heart of who you are.

And you will vanish without any trace,
Into the world of silence, dark and vast.
And cold oblivion, in its stern embrace,
Will trample down your dreams, unmoved, uncast.

But speak one word — just one — and from the ashes,
The soul returns, to joy and pain alike.
Life wakes again, the broken spirit fashions
A new dawn from the ruins you once made.

So do not keep silent. Dare to utter
Your own truth, not the words you’ve learned by rote.
There is a hidden sorrow, mute and deep,
In every word we leave unsaid, unspoken.
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Вариант 2

There is in every word unspoken
A hidden, intimate regret.
Let life be but the blood's own singing,
The boiling of the mind — and yet,
A word's mere shadow, just an echo
Of your existence's deep core…
Go on, to entertain the coffins,
Live on, your very self ignore.
And you will vanish, leaving no trace
For this world, in its speechless night.
And cold oblivion, triumphant,
Will trample down your dreams' last light.
But dare to utter just one word,
And back to life, for joy and ache,
The soul returns, anew, unstirred.
So do not stay silent. Wake.
Do not recite some unknown novelty,
Repeating by rote a borrowed line.
There is in every word unspoken
A hidden, intimate regret.


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Оригинал (Владимир Александров)

Есть в каждом несказанном слове
Своя затаённая грусть.
Пусть жизнь - это пение крови,
Кипение помыслов - пусть,
А слово - лишь тень, только эхо
Пучин твоего бытия, -
Попробуй гробам на потеху
Прожить, сам себя затая,
И ты исчезаешь бесследно
Для мира во тьме немоты,
И холод забвенья победно
Твои попирает мечты.
Однако скажи только слово,
И к жизни, на радость и боль,
Душа возвращается снова.
И ты не молчи уж, изволь.
Не скажешь неведомой нови,
Чужое твердя наизусть.
Есть в каждом несказанном слове
Своя затаённая грусть.