Демон-2 - перевод А. Блока

Demon
By Alexander Blok

Follow, follow me - as a slave,
Resigned and faithful.
I'll fly with you on the mountain ridge flashed
With confidence.

I'll carry you above the chasm,
Teasing you with its bottomless depth.
Your horror will me only inspire,
Though it will be unuseful then.

I'll keep you from the etherial dust's rain,
And from constant circling also
With power of muscles and by my wing's veil,
And, while rising, shan't drop down.

And on mountains, in white glare,
On the unspotted meadow,
I'll burn you in a strange manner
With a body divine-beautiful.

Do you know, how few is that thing,
Called lie amongst the people?
And that sad compassion eartly,
Which you call - a wild passion?

When evening becomes quieter,
You, totally bewitched by me,
Will dare to fly higher,
Than the burning deserts of heaven, -

I'll take you there with me,
I'll ascend you there,
Where the earth to be a star seems,
And a star looks like an earth.

And, becoming dumb with astonishment,
You'll see the new worlds' rays -
The unbelievable scenes,
The actors of my mystic play...

Then you, with trembling, powerless, feared,
Will whisper me:please, let me free...
I, with the opening my wings,
Will smile you: you may fly, my dear.

And, having caught this naughty smile,
With gradual destruction while fleeing,
You will fall, as a stone, down
Into the shining emptiness...

9 june 1916