Ступаю тихо... Замираю...
Крадусь по сумеркам, молчу...
Кто я? - Пока ещё не знаю -
не говорю и не рычу.
И не пою, и не вздыхаю,
не чую плоть, не вижу смысл
и пустоту в себе сжимаю,
чтобы родить, оформить мысль.
Крадусь по переулкам звёздным
сквозь наготу небесной лжи -
я - Абсолют-но несерьёзный
и созерцаю миражи...
Где содрогаются в молитве
от горя, боли и тоски,
там разрезают кожу бритвой,
сжимают разумы в тиски.
Молчу... Бездумно обрываю
последний луч немой Луны
и постепенно таю... таю
в небесных сумерках Земли...
С Благодарностью Константину Челлини за перевод!
I step so quietly. I fade out.
I crawl through twilight. Never cry.
Who am I? I don't know that either
Don't speak or grow, I give no sigh
I don't sing, and I don't sigh either
Nor smell the flesh, does that make sense?..
Clutch I the emptiness right out
give birth to thoughts, evade regress...
I creep along the starry lanes so.
through nakedness of heaven's lies -
I am the Absolute-not serious.
and contemplate I the mirages...
The place they shudder in the prayer
with grief, and pain and longing vice,
they cut the skin with a steel razor,
and squeeze the mind in narrow vise...
Keep silent. Thoughtlessly cut off I
the last ray of the silent moon
and gradually I keep so melting,
Celestial twilight. Earthly runes...
С благодарностью Олли Кэрис за перевод!
I am Absolute
I step quietly... Freezing, pausing...
Silently walk through twilight to explore...
Who am I? - I don't yet know -
I don't speak, moan or roar.
I’m not singing or sighing low,
I feel no flesh or see no point.
I squeeze my internal hollow
to give birth, to shape my thought.
I walk on the starlit way alley
to the heavenly naked delusions -
I am – Absolute – all but solemn,
and beholder of the illusions...
Where they shudder in prayer
from sorrow, pain, and longing,
they cut there skin with a razor,
squeezing mind into vise choking.
I'm silent... Off thoughtlessly cutting
the last ray from the mute Moon
and slowly melting... thawing
on the Earth at the twilight sky boon...
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