The Dawn перевод стихотворения А. А. Блока Рассвет

I woke up, thrice my hands I rose
And through the air I heard the sound
Of the daybreak that grandly was
In crimson dressing up the ground.

I thought I saw a woman walking
Towards the temple with a prayer,
And with her pink hand she was dropping
Some seeds to bashful pigeons there.

And showing up white were they higher,
And turned into an endless line,
And their wings lit a golden fire
On these dull roofs to make them shine.

Above their beautiful debt gilding,
Here on the window standing high,
In this red silence almost hidden,
I saw a huge sphere in the sky.

[And slowly stepped I, like a wraith
Into this air, so pink and gentle,
And in my heart I held my faith,
And in my hand I held a candle.

I greet the Dawn! I bless the Dawn!
And in my soul there's no more sorrow:
I only wait till I am thrown
Into this beautiful Tomorrow.

I only wait till I am thrown
Into this beautiful Tomorrow...]

nov.2014