"Alexander Pushkin in english translation" - читать интересную книгу автора

I did not perceive her. Know
That the princess might be dead
But perhaps the moon, my friend,
Saw her somewhere on the road
Marked her footprints in the dirt.
For the night to fill the air,
He would wait in deep despair.
When the moon had first appeared,
He would beg of it sincere:
Oh dear moon, my cherished friend,
Like a golden horn you stand!
In the darkness of the night,
You arise, your eyes are bright,
Loving your occurrence dearly
Stars admire you sincerely,
Will my question you decline?
Have you caught somewhere, sometime
In your sight my dear beloved
I'm her fianc©. - My brother,
The bright moon replied to him: -
Your sweet lady I've not seen.
On my post I stand just then
When it is my turn to stand.
It is likely that she went
Somehow pass me. That's too bad!-
Spoke the prince in a reply,
While the moon upon the sky,
Kept right on: Perhaps the wind
Your beloved might have seen
Go on, find him, he will help
Do not worry and farewell.
And the prince, not losing hope
To the wind ran up and spoke:
Wind! You're powerful and strong
You command the clouds along
You provoke the raging seas,
Blowing everywhere you please,
Never fearing someone greater
Other than our God-Creator.
Will my question you decline?
Have you seen at any time
My dear lady as of late?
I'm her fianc©.- Just wait, -
Gusting wind would thus respond
There, beyond a placid pond
Stands a mountain so tall,
In this mountain, there's a hole;
And inside this gloomy space
There, a crystal coffin sways
To the poles with chains it's tied.