Translation © by Tom Kennedy

Я помню чудное мгновенье
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Я помню чудное мгновенье:
Передо мной явилась ты,
Как мимолётное, виденье,
Как гений чистой красоты.

В [томленьях]1 грусти безнадежной,
В тревогах шумной суеты,
Звучал мне долго голос нежной,
И снились милые черты.

Шли годы. Бурь порыв мятежный
[Рассеял]2 прежние мечты,
И я забыл твой голос нежный,
Твои небесные черты.

В глуши, во мраке заточенья
Тянулись тихо дни мои;
Без Божества, без вдохновенья,
Без слёз, без жизни, без любви.

Душе настало пробушденье:
И вот опять явилась ты,
Как мимолётное виденье,
Как гений чистой красоты.

И сердце бьётся в [упоенье,]3
И для него воскресил вновь
И божество, и вдохновенье,
И жизнь, и слёзы, и любовь.

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1 Glinka: "tomlen'ji"
2 Aliabev: "Razvejal"
3 Aliabev, Titov: "upojen'ji"

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Tom Kennedy) , title unknown, copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi) , title 1: "The vision", from Russian Lyrics, published 1916


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I remember that magical moment
Language: English  after the Russian (Русский) 
I remember that magical moment
When before me you appeared
Like a fleeting vision,
Like a spirit beautiful and pure 

In the languorous melancholy of despair
In the anxious noisy bustle
For a while, your voice stayed with me
Your dear features filled my dreams 

Years passed. The restless impulse of storms
Scattered the dreams of the past
And I forgot your tender voice
Your heavenly features 

In the wilderness, in the gloom of  captivity
My silent days stretched out
Without God, without inspiration
Without tears, without life or love 

To my soul an awakening;
Once again you appeared
Like a fleeting vision,
Like a spirit beautiful and pure
 
My heart beat in ecstasy
And in it is resurrected
Both God and inspiration,
Life, tears and love.

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Text added to the website: 2009-04-28 00:00:00
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:03:13
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