Translation © by John Montanus

С тех пор как вечный судия
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Available translation(s): ENG
С тех пор как вечный судия
Мне дал всеведенье пророка,
В очах людей читаю я
Страницы злобы и порока.

Провозглашать я стал любви
И правды чистые ученья:
В меня все ближние мои
Бросали бешено каменья.

Посыпал пеплом я главу,
Из городов бежал я нищий,
И вот в пустыне я живу,
Как птицы, даром божьей пищи;

Завет предвечного храня,
Мне тварь покорна там земная;
И звёзды слушают меня,
Лучами радостно играя.

Когда же через шумный град
Я пробираюсь торопливо,
То старцы детям говорят
С улыбкою самолюбивой:

«Смотрите: вот пример для вас!
Он горд был, не ужился с нами.
Глупец, хотел уверить нас,
Что Бог гласит его устами!

Смотрите ж, дети, на него:
Как он угрюм и худ и бледен!
Смотрите, как он наг и беден,
Как презирают все его!»

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This text was added to the website: 2009-09-14
Line count: 28
Word count: 128

Since the time that the eternal Judge
Language: English  after the Russian (Русский) 
Since the time that the eternal Judge
Gave me the omniscience of a prophet,
In people’s eyes I read
The pages of malice and vice.

I began to proclaim Love
And Truth’s pure teachings:
All my neighbors
Furiously threw stones at me.

I sprinkled my head with ashes
And fled from the towns, a beggar,
And now in the desert I live,
Like a bird, by God’s gift of food.

Keeping the precepts of my prophecies,
The earthly creatures there are submissive to me,
And the stars listen to me,
Their beams playing about with joy.

But when through the noisy town
I hastily force my way,
Then the old men say to the children
With a self-satisfied smile:

“Look: there’s an example for you!
He was proud, couldn’t put up with us.
The fool, he wanted us to believe
That God spoke with his lips!

Look well at him, children:
How gloomy he is, and thin and pale!
Look, how naked and poor,
How everyone despises him!”

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Translation of title "Пророк" = "The prophet"

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This text was added to the website: 2017-06-03
Line count: 28
Word count: 168