Sneaks across the sky the moon,
On the hill the darkness sedeet,
Silence fell on the water.
With the wind blowing the valley,
Silent singer vernal days
In the desert, the dark groves,
Herds sat among the fields,
And quiet flight polnoshti;
And the peace of bliss Area
Twilight, night suits,
The fire is extinguished flame,
And candle nagorela;
It should be the face of the home of the gods
The ark rather poor,
And the pale glimmer of a nightlight
Before the clay hearth.
Head on hand sklonen,
In deep oblivion,
I am immersed in the sweet thoughts
On the bed lonely:
With the magic night darkness,
When monthly radiance,
Fly frolic crowd
winged dreams,
And quiet, quiet voice pours;
Trembling golden strings.
The deaf, bezmolvnыy dark hour
Sings the young dreamer:
Executed a secret longing,
Molchanov inspirational,
Flies frolicked hand
Lyre lively.
beatific, Who in your tent low
The pleas not asking for Happiness!
He Zeus reliable guardian
From the terrible bad weather;
Macau Lenny, in a quiet hour,
He sweetly asleep,
Bran pipes terrible voice
It does not awaken.
Let, hit the shield zvuchnыy
And with the kind of daring,
I glory afar threatens
bloody finger,
Bran curled banners,
And bursting with bloody battle -
Serdtsu lovely silence;
Nadeau, Nadeau for glory.
I found off the beaten track I peace shelter
And the days'm humbly;
Dan me lira from the gods,
Poet priceless gift;
And Muse faithful to me:
Thank you, goddess!
Thee, my house is red
And wild desert.
On the weak morning days of golden
Singer you struck,
A wreath of myrtle young
His brow covered,
AND, the heavenly light illuminated,
He flies in a modest cell
And a little breathing, should bow
Above the children's cradle.
ABOUT, be my companion Mlada
Up to the very gates of the grave!
Fly with me dreams,
Light massacre wings;
Throw gloomy sadness,
Captivates the mind ... deceit,
And sweet life lighter distance
Tell the tumanom!
And quiet is my late hour:
And the guardian angel of death
whispering, Knock at the door:
"It's time in the house of shadows!..»
So in the winter night sweet dream
It comes in a peaceful porch,
crowned poppy, and willing
On a staff languid laziness ...
