В дверях Эдема ангел нежный
Главой поникшею сиял,
А демон мрачный и мятежный
Над адской бездною летал.
Дух отрицанья, дух сомненья
На духа чистого взирал
И жар невольный умиленья
Впервые смутно познавал.
«Прости,» он рёк, «тебя я видел,
И ты недаром мне сиял:
Не всё я в мире ненавидел,
Не всё я в мире презирал.»
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- ENG English (Lyle Neff) , "The angel", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Ange", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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In the doorway of Eden a gentle angel,
with head adroop, was shining.
but a dark and rebellious demon
was flying over the abyss of hell.
The spirit of denial, the spirit of doubt
gazed at the spirit pure,
and an involuntary heat of tenderness
he dimly experienced for the first time.
"Pardon," he said, "You I saw,
And not for nothing were you shining for me:
not everything in the world have I hated.
not everything in the world have I despised."
