Слабеет жизни гул... - пер. А. Блока

There fades the boom of life, quite teasing,
And back is the affairs' tide.
But wind through a black velvet's singing
About the future and somewhere's life.

Where shall I wake? In other country?
Not in this gloomy land, isn't it?
And won't I be just abundant
To recollect this life in dream?

Who'll give me life? A doj's descendant,
A merchant, fisher, or a priest,
In the future dark  who's sweetly sharing
The bed with my, but future mother?

Perhaps, with a nice canzone's singing 
My future father in Venecia
Is catching ear of young girl, fore-feeling
Through this light song his son with tender.

And really, in that next century
To me, just baby - will the fate
Force then to open my eyes near statue -
A lion on the column great?

Mother, what sings the string indinstinctly?
May be you're dreaming of the shawl,
Which could provide me, the baby dear,
From wind, from lagoon with a  word?

No! All, that was in life - is living!
All dreams, the bad thoughts - go away!
The wave of a backward tide is stealing
Me to the velvet night again!

20 aug 1909