Spite, polumjortvye uvjadshije cvety
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Spite, polumjortvye uvjadshije cvety,
Tak i ne uznavshije rascveta krasoty,
Bliz putej zajezzhennykh vzrashchjonnye Tvorcom
Smjatye nevidevshim tjazhjolym kolesom.

V chas, kogda vse prazdnujut rozhdenije vesny,
V chas, kogda sbyvajutsja nesbytochnye sny,
Vsem dano bezumstvovat', lish' vam odnim nel'zja,
Vozle vas raskinulas' zakljataja stezja.

Vot, poluizlomany, lezhite vy v pyli,
Vy, chto v nebo dal'neje svetlo gljadet' mogli,
Vy, chto vstretit' schast'e mogli by, kak i vse,
V zhenstvennoj, v netronutoj, v devicheskoj krase.

Spite zhe, vzgljanuvshije na strashnyj pyl'nyj put',
Vashim ravnym — carstvovat', a vam — navek usnut',
Bogom obdeljonnye na prazdnike mechty,
Spite, ne vidavshije rascveta krasoty.

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Confirmed with К. Д. Бальмонт, Будем как Солнце, М.: Изд. Скорпион, 1903.


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