Philosopher frisky and poet,
Parnassian happy sloth,
Harith iznezhennыy favorite,
Foxglove mylыh Aonyd,
Mail to the harp zlatostrunnoy
Fell silent, joy singer?
Can it be true, and you, young dreamer,
Finally parted with Phoebus?
Already with a wreath of roses fragrant.
Between curls curly, of golden,
Under the shade Topolov branched,
In a circle of young beauties,
Zazdravnыm not stuchishy fialom,
Love and Bacchus not eat,
Satisfied happy beginning.
Flowers Parnassian again not rvesh;
I do not hear our guys Russia!..
sing, boy - Singer Tiisskoy
As you influenced his gentle spirit.
With you your lovely friend,
Lille, red days consolation:
Love love singer award.
Attitude same lyre. the strings
Fly playful fingers,
As vernal Zephyr by color,
And voluptuous verses,
And quiet whispers of love
Liletu in his sukkah Call.
And the stars of night under the pale light,
Floating in the sky far,
In the inner sanctum,
Magic heeding silence,
Tears of happiness beautiful breasts,
lucky cute, to drape;
But, intoxicated with love passionate,
And do not forget the gentle Muses;
There is no love Bole happiness in the world:
Love - and Sing it to Lira.
When I did to you in the hour dosuzhny
Friends, familiar sberutsya,
And guilt foam will flow,
From captivity to freedom bang:
Describes in verses playful
Fun, noise guests chatty
Around the set table,
Glass, boiling white foam,
And the brilliant sound of glass.
And guests together verse cheerful,
Goblet in goblet hit the lad,
Discordant chorus repeat.
Poet! In your articles will,
In sonorous strings boldly gryan,
Zhukovsky Sing bloody swearing
And a terrible death on a naval pole.
And you met her in the ranks,
And you, share the fate of,
As Ross, Glory pet fell!
you have fallen, and chill scythe
Hardly beveled not faded!..
Ile, inspired Juvenal.
Arm satire sting,
Sometimes accept her whistle,
Times, ridicules vice,
in jest, show me the funny
AND, estli possible, Correct us.
But Tredyakovsky leave
As so often demolish alone.
Alas! quite without him
We find meaningless poets,
Quite have items in the world,
Worthy of your pen!
But what!.. harp mine,
Unknown in this world poet,
I do not dare to continue the song.
I'm sorry - but remember my advice:
How long muses favorite,
You Pierides burn fire,
till, struck by an invisible arrow,
In the underground you do not snidesh house,
Secular forget sadness,
Play: You Mlada Naso,
Eros and the Graces was crowned.
A lira built Apollo.
