Пленившись розой, соловей
И день и ночь поёт над ней;
Но роза молча песням внемлет...
Невинный сон её объемлет...
На лире так певец иной
Поёт для девы молодой;
Он страстью пламенной сгорает,
А дева милая не знает --
Кому поёт он? отчего
Печальны песни так его?...
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N. Artsybushev sets lines 1-2, 5-10
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Enchanted by the rose, a nightingale
Day and night sings above it;
But the rose listens silently...
An innocent dream envelops her...
In that way a poet with his lyre
Sings for a young maiden;
He burns with scorching passion
But the dear maiden knows not —
To whom does he sing? Why are
his songs so full of melancholy?