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Арион

Arion

Нас было много на челне;
Иные парус напрягали,
Другие дружно упирали
В глубь мощны веслы. В тишине
На руль склонясь, наш кормщик умный
В молчанье правил грузный челн;
А я - беспечной веры полн, -
Пловцам я пел... Вдруг лоно волн
Измял с налету вихорь шумный...
Погиб и кормщик и пловец! -
Лишь я, таинственный певец,
На берег выброшен грозою,
Я гимны прежние пою
И ризу влажную мою
Сушу на солнце под скалою.

1827

We many were who filled the boat:
Some held the sails aloft and flying,
Some plied the oars, and thus, defuing,
The wayward winds, kept us afloat.
Our helmsman steered the vessel, loaded
Full as she was, and onward sent;
And I, to them I sang, content
And unconcerned... A violent
Gale overtook the boat and goaded
The seas to fury... All were lost
But I who out the deep was tossed
By surging waves; my body flinging
On to the sands, they fled... Now I
Sit drying in the sun and my
Old, well loved songs in relish singing.

Translated by I.Zheleznova.

Arion

We sailed in numerous company. 
A few of us drew fast the sheeting, 
The rest with mighty oar were beating 
The brine; while, calm on slumbrous sea, 
Our skillful helmsman clasped the rudder 
To guide the vessel's thrust, 
And I, at ease in carefree trust, 
I sang to them... A sudden gust 
Swept down and set the deep ashudder, 
And crew and helmsman, all were lost!-- 
I only, secret singer, tossed 
Upon the coast by seas in torment, 
I sing my anthems as before, 
And by a boulder on the shore 
Dry in the sun my sodden garment.