by Semyon Yakovlevich Nadson (1862 - 1887)
Translation © by Sergey Rybin

Я‑б умереть хотел на крыльях упоенья
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Я-б умереть хотел на крыльях упоенья, 
В ленивом полусне, навеянном мечтой,
Без мук раскаянья, без пытки размышленья,
Без малодушных слёз прощания с землей.

Я-б умереть хотел душистою весною,
В запущенном саду, в благоуханный день,
Что-б купы темных лип дремали надо мною,
И колыхалася цветущая сирень.

Что-б рядом бы ручей таинственным журчаньем
Немую тишину тревожил и будил,
И синий небосклон торжественным молчаньем
Об райской вечности мне внятно говорил...

Что-б не молился я, не плакал умирая,
А сладко задремал, и чтобы снилось мне... 
Что я плыву... плыву, и что волна немая
Беззвучно отдает меня другой волне...

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Line count: 16
Word count: 94

Melodia
Language: English  after the Russian (Русский) 
I would like to die on wings of ecstasy, 
In a languorous slumber, evoked by a dream, 
Without the agony of regrets or the torture of reflection, 
Without faint-hearted tears of parting with the earth.

I would like to die in fragrant spring, 
In an overgrown garden, on a balmy day, 
So that heaps of dark lime-trees slumber above me
And flowering lilacs flutter.

There would be a brook nearby, with mysterious murmuring 
disturbing and awakening the mute tranquillity, 
And the blue sky with solemn silence
Would clearly speak to me of heavenly eternity...

So I don't pray and cry, dying,  
But fall into sweet slumber, and dream
That I drift... drift away, and that a mute wave
Silently carries me to another wave... 

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This text was added to the website: 2011-12-02
Line count: 16
Word count: 124