ABOUT, whoever you are, whose gentle singing
Welcomes me to the bliss of the Renaissance,
Whose hidden hand me a strong hand shakes,
It specifies the path and the staff delivers;
ABOUT, whoever you are: Whether inspired old,
Or my friend distant youth,
Ile boy, Muses mysteriously store,
Ile floor gentle shy cherub, —
Thank you soul Affection.
Attention weak subject secluded,
Until now, I'm not used to benevolence -
And strange to me friendly language.
Smešon, participation in the world who demand!
Cold crowd looks at the poet,
How about a visiting clown: if it is
Deeply express my heartfelt, sighs are many,
And suffered verse, piercing-dull,
Hit the heart with an unknown force, —
She has in her hands and praises, il sometimes
Unfavorably nods.
Suffer if nezapnoe excitement singer,
sad loss, exile, zatochenye, —
“All the better, - say art lovers, —
All the better! he attains new thoughts and feelings
And we give them”. But the happiness of the poet
Between them finds heart greeting,
When it boyaznenno silent ...
