Time

Поэтический перевод произведения «Время»,
автор исходника на русском языке – [Алексей Юрьев]

The time above my head swirls like a leaf,
By switching dates, the garments, and the nations –
The palms of yours, and tender words’ motif,
Empower me to live in expectations.

I’m not afraid of shadows or of hails,
While still our hearth with quiet light is blessing.
You’re a central aim, and heaven scales,
My endless May and summertime caressing.

Let winds outside the window rip and tear,
The world again with fuss is overtaken –
The morn will serve as yesterday, I swear,
Just being with sweet purity intaken.

We do not count the hours that have passed,
Not looking for sky signs and revelations,
For in our world the bridges are amassed,
That spare us from the bitter desolations.

I’ll take in full, both coldness and repose,
And grey that soon on us will be descending.
For me it matters being with you close,
And be aware this path is never-ending.

You are my quiet shore, the dock of fate,
Out there where words keep losing every meaning.
You’re all, whereof for years no words to state,
And you’re the best of all thoughts overweening.

I know for now our tryst was not in vain,
We were supposed by this to be united.
The love is great, mysterious terrain,
And quiet as a good old dwelling sighted.

So, let the time fly round like a leaf,
To us this waltz unseems like a finale.
So far the soul lives through the hope’s belief –
This aeon, sure, …will not break off its tally...