Let the poet with censer hired
Chasing happiness and rumor,
I'm afraid of the light, It passes my dark age
The obscurity, stalled trail.
Let singers thundering praises
Demigods give immortality,
My voice is quiet, and sonorous strings
Without disclosing silence shelter.
Let love Ovid sing,
I do not give rest Tsitereya,
Happy days Cupids I do not weave:
I sleep sing, priceless gift of Morpheus -
and learn, as it should in silence
To rest in a pleasant, sturdy dream.
come, of Laziness! Come into my desert.
Your name is cool and quiet;
In one you I shall behold his goddess;
Ready for all the guests are young.
All quiet here - took refuge tiresome noise
For my threshold; a bright window
Transparent descended canvas,
And in the dark niches, where twilight vocarilsâ,
Almost sneaks the wrong light of day.
Here are my sofa. Well come to the abode of peace;
any queen, I am now your prisoner.
All, all is yours: Now paint, brush and Lira, —
Teach me, Vod my hand.
And you, friends of my lovely muse,
That the bonds of love forgotten,
That dominion of the earth
Of course we prefer quiet sleep,
About sages! looks you Umea,
For you alone I have now the throne of Morpheus
Poetry floral wallpaper and continuing,
For you some happiness FOTS.
Heed the same with a smile of condescension
my poems, lessons delight.
At the appointed hour the nature of bliss
Do you want to forget each time
In the still of the night, Among the total silence,
In the embrace of dream playful?
Hurry is a peaceful rural home,
There you can live idly and carelessly,
There's just paradise; but away from the cities,
Where a shout and the sound of sloths tormented forever.
I agree: they can all day
With charmer to catch fun shadow;
The handkerchief yawn, resplendent in a trendy light:
On the night of the ball spin on the dance floor,
But is it possible to eat the joy of dreams?
As the shadow, - I'm ready to go to sleep only,
Deceived by the ghosts of the night,
And now,, by the light of lanterns,
Four horses at breakneck.
stuc, rattling wheels Zlata,
Arrogance is rolling under the windows of my.
I doze again, Street shivers again -
At a boring ball, Scattering flies ...
Oh my God! I shall lie here,
To all night insomnia tormented
another knock, but already there is a light,
And where is my dream? is not it better to the village?
There grove leaves flutter,
In the meadow stream of mysterious murmur,
of golden fields, valley silence:
In the village everything tends to the vexation of a dream.
About sweet dream, no indignant!
one cock, dawn awakened,
His sharp cry will raise, may be:
It is dangerous - he can wake.
so, let them, in the Seraglio are remote,
Sultans chickens proud Conclusion
Ile settlers szyvayut the fields:
We want to sleep, kind friends.
Stokrat blessed, who can forget sleep
away capitals, coaches and cocks!
But sweet dreams of the night fun
Do not think you will enjoy the gift
Amid the peaceful villages, without difficulty.
Well one must? - movement, gentlemen!
commendable laziness, but there are limits around.
See: Clete, pillows grayer,
Razmuchenny, effete, sick,
Whole life sitting with gout and longing.
The day will come; unhappy, gasping for breath,
Kryahtya, crawling out of bed on the couch;
All day sitting; when did the night mist
Podernet light, in the darkness spreading,
From the sofa to the bed Clete crawl.
And how miserable will spend the night?
In late sleep, in pleasant dreams?
Not! a dream he did not delight, and torment;
not poppies, heavy-handed
Morpheus him close his eyes languidly,
And slowly pass a string
For a poor clock gloomy night.
I do not want, as a common friend Bert,
Prescribe you serious Movements:
stubborn plow, hunting delight.
Not, in the woods, I invite sloth:
My friends, as the morning is fine!
In the quiet fields, through the secret canopy of oak forests,
As a young day shines proudly, clear!
brightens everything: each other overtaking,
murmuring brooks, shine shore bezmolvnы;
Still dew on fresh ants;
Lakes of golden slumber motionless wave.
My friends! Take his staff,
Walk in the woods, surf the valley,
Steep hills ustante on top,
And in the long night of deep sleep your will.
Once the shade clothe the sky,
Let the joy of our life will,
Fun god with a broad, full cup,
and the kingdom, Vakh, with all of his court.
moderately Feast, other, with him:
Cup three hissing waves
Rosy wine pour you are full;
But thick Kom with puffed-out cheeks,
Do not come knocking at the door.
I'm glad to see him, but only for lunch,
And friendly, I'll take at noon
his gifts; but, right, evening
I much friendly with his neighbor.
No supper - that holy law,
To the most precious light sleep.
Brega you, of children wise laziness!
Deceptive calm the shadows.
Do not sleep during the day: the mountains, up you,
When we used to doze off bounds!
Your peace? Indifference deep.
Dream true of you already distant.
You do not know the fun dreams;
Your whole century - unbearable languor,
And boring Son, and boring awakening,
And the days are flowing among the eternal darkness.
But if in the middle of nowhere, near waterfall,
That under the mountain bubbles and boils,
a lovely dream, fatigue award,
When the noise of the waves on the wild Breg fly off,
Cover eyes misty shroud,
embrace you, quiet and handy
On the soft moss bows, overshadow:
ABOUT! sweet waters near noisy oblivion.
Let your peace will last longer,
I envied the lucky Delights.
Has it ever happened to you sometimes rainy
winter day, for late, quiet light,
sit one, no candles in the room:
All round the quiet; Birch is no more;
Hour-by-hour dark light windows;
On the ceiling some ghost haunting;
Bledneet uglь, and bluish smoke,
How easy pairs, in viyas pipe leaves;
And so, rod of his invisible
Morpheus for everything wrong darkness suggests.
darkens the eye; "Candide" from your hand,
Zakryvshisya, He fell on his knees suddenly;
you sigh; hand on the table falls,
And the head from the shoulder to the chest rolls,
you nap! over you peace shelter:
Unexpected pleasant dream many dreams!
Mental anguish magical healer,
My friend Morpheus, my old comforter!
You always sacrifice I loved,
And you have long priest blessed:
Forget there while gold,
Forget whether Blessed bliss time,
When, in the corner in the evening Preeti,
I called and was waiting for you alone ...
I myself am not happy with his gab,
But childhood have fond memories.
Brother! l keep silence about my Mammy,
About delights of mysterious nights,
When cap, in ancient garb,
She is, spirits evade prayer,
With diligence crosshair me
And whisper to tell me will be
About corpses, the exploits of Bova ...
Horror shelohnus not happened,
barely breathing, Snuggle under a blanket,
Without feeling legs, no head.
By way of a simple night light clay
Lighted up wrinkles,
Dragoi antique, prababushkin chepets
And long mouth, where two teeth knocked, —
All the soul of fear settles involuntary.
I was in awe - and quiet at last
Tomla sleep on the eyes to decline.
Then the crowd with azure heights
Tray roses winged dreams,
Wizards, volshebnicы landed,
Deceits my dream obvorozhali.
I was lost in a burst of sweet thoughts;
In the wilderness of forest, Murom among the desert
I met a dashing Polkanov and Dobrynia,
And fictions worn young mind ...
But you have gone, the night serene!
And youth age really come ...
Bring me a gentle brush Alban,
And I dream of love tasted Mlada.
And where is she? Delight was born,
And at the same instant delight to exterminate.
I woke up; I am looking at the sky day,
But it is silent; moon in darkness hide thee
And me round the deep night shadow.
But my dream is quiet! careless son Parnassus
In the quiet of the night, I do not rhyme I bet,
No ó vveki not Phoebe, Pegasus us,
Neither the old courtyard of some old music.
I'm not a hero, Lavrov did not miss on:
Tranquility and bliss not trade,
Not fancies me terrible fight night;
I'm not a rich man - and barking dog privratno
Not troubled dreams my pleasant;
I am not a villain, With excitement and longing
Not I behold a dream bloody ghosts,
Suicidal children predrassuzhdeny
And late at night a terrible pale Fear
Not frowning morosely in their heads.
