Читать книгу The Demon / Демон. Книга для чтения на английском языке - Михаил Лермонтов, Михаил Юрьевич Лермонтов, M. Y. Lermontov - Страница 17

Like thunder, the Lord's judgement broke

About this unsuspecting house!

Tamara, sobbing on her couch,

Gives free rein to the heavy tears

Till, shaken, she on them must choke…

Then, suddenly, it seems she hears

Above her words of wonder spoke:

«Weep not, my child! Weep not in vain!

Those tears are no life-giving rain

To call an unresponsive corpse

Back to the living world again.

They only serve to dull their source

In those clear eyes, those cheeks to burn…

And he is far and will not learn

Of all your bitter sorrow now;

The winds of heaven now caress

His high, angelic brow;

And heavenly music, heavenly light…

What are the dreams and dark duress,

The little hopes and stifled sighs

Of earthly maidens in the sight

Of one who dwells in paradise?

Ah no, the lot of mortal man,

Believe, my earthly angel dear,

It merits not one second's span

Your precious sorrow here.

      On the wastes of airy ocean

     Rudderless and stripped of sail

     Through the mists in listless motion

     Stars in courses never fail;

     Through the boundless fields of heaven

     Traceless pass the fluffy sheep —

     Clouds dissolving in the even

     Reaches of the azure steppe.

     Hour of parting, hour of meeting,

     Brings them neither joy nor sorrow;

     Nor regrets for past fast fleeting;

     Nor desires for any morrow.

     Let remembrance day be only

     One long sorrow-laden day;

     For the rest, be strong and lonely

     Free of earthly cares as they!»

«As soon as night has spread her veil

To cover the Caucasian heights;

As soon as nature 'neath the spell

Of magic words falls silent quite;

As soon as on the cliffs the wind

Runs rustling through the fading grass,

And the small bird that hides behind

The brittle blades flies up at last;

And, drinking in the evening dew

Beneath the vine-leaves in the gloom,

Night flowering blossoms come to bloom;

As soon as the great, golden moon

Above the mountain quietly peeps

To steal a stealthy glance at you;

I shall come flying to watch your sleep

And on your silken lashes lay

Enchanted dreams of golden day…»