Я пришел к тебе с приветом... - пер. А. Фета
I have come to you with welcome,
To say you, that sun has raised up,
That it has with hot light spreaded
Over the trembling leaves of forest;
To say you, that forest also
Has woke up, and in a whole,
With the every little bough,
Will the every wing of a bird;
To say you, that with a spring thirst,
As in me, again, as yesterday,
I have come to you with happiness,
And to be your slave I am ready;
To say, that from everywhere
Joy is blowing its influence,
With what song, I'm unaware,
But it's growing ripe, I'm sure.
1857
To say you, that sun has raised up,
That it has with hot light spreaded
Over the trembling leaves of forest;
To say you, that forest also
Has woke up, and in a whole,
With the every little bough,
Will the every wing of a bird;
To say you, that with a spring thirst,
As in me, again, as yesterday,
I have come to you with happiness,
And to be your slave I am ready;
To say, that from everywhere
Joy is blowing its influence,
With what song, I'm unaware,
But it's growing ripe, I'm sure.
1857
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