Translation © by Barbara Miller

О, если правда, что в ночи
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Available translation(s): ENG
О, если правда, что в ночи,
Когда покоятся живые,
И с неба лунные лучи
Скользят на камни гробовые,
О, если правда, что тогда
Пустеют тихие могилы
Я тень зову, я жду Леилы:
Ко мне, мой друг, сюда, сюда!

Явись, возлюбленная тень,
Как ты была перед разлукой,
Бледна, хладна, как зимний день, 
Искажена последней мукой.
Приди, как дальняя звезда,
Как [лёгкий]1 звук иль дуновенье
Иль как ужасное виденье,
Мне всё равно: сюда, сюда!

Зову тебя не для того,
Чтоб укорять людей, чья злоба
Убила друга моего,
Иль чтоб изведать тайны гроба,
Не для того, что иногда
Сомненьем мучусь но, тоскуя,
Хочу сказать, что всё люблю я,
Что всё я твой. Сюда, сюда!

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  • ENG English (Barbara Miller) , "Plea", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Language: English  after the Russian (Русский) 
O if it is true, that at night,
When the living are at rest,
And from the moonlit sky the rays
Glide among gravestones,
O if it is true, that then
The quiet graves are emptied
I call to a shade, I wait for Leila:
Toward me, my beloved, come here, come here!

Appear, beloved shade,
As you were before the separation,
Pale, cold, as a winter day,
Distorted by  the last torment.
Come, as a distant star,
As a light sound or breath
Or as a horrible vision,
It is all the same to me: come here, come here!

I call you not in order to
reproach people, whose malevolence
Killed my beloved,
Nor to make visible the secrets of the grave,
Nor for that which  sometimes
Torments myself with doubt but, with longing
I want to say, that I love still,
I am still yours.  Come here, come here!


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This text was added to the website: 2004-07-10
Line count: 24
Word count: 151