Песня на стихи Лермонтова. Palm of Palestine

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The palm branch of Palestine
Mikhail Lermontov


Tell me, O Palestine palm branch:
Where did you bloom? Where did you grow?
What hills, what lands
Did you adorn?

Near the Jordan’s purest water
Did eastern rays caress you?
Or winds of Lebanon’s mountains
At night did angrily sway you?

Sorrowful sons of Salem
While weaving your leaves,
A silent prayer did they say?
Or old songs did they sing?

Is that palm tree still alive?
Do the wayfarers still find
In scorching summer heat
Salvation under its wide leaves?

Or, deep in grief, and separated,
Just like you, it has faded.
And Earth’s ashes cover greedily
Its yellowed, withered leaves.

Let me know: whose God-fearing hand
Brought you to this distant land?
For often did he feel sad with you near?
Do you still treasure his burning tears?

The greatest warrior was he
Of Heaven's host, with a pure mind.
Was he, like you, of heaven ever worthy
Before God and all mankind?

Cherished with a secret care,
Before an ikon dressed in gold,
Jerusalem’s palm branch is standing.
The faithful sentry of all hallowed!

The limpid twilight, lamp’s faint gleam,
The kiot and cross, a holy sign…
With peace and gladness all is filled
Above and all around.


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