Without any word - a thought, excitement - nameless all,
What sign do you send for me,
In sudden loosening of the instant lightning of the knowledge
A december darkness deep?
All here is an image - the idleness, and anxiety,
And also - the bitter years...
Whatever there have been - you should remember, recollect something,
My soul... (when? when?)
Whatever it had been, all lie, wisdom of the century
My soul - forget and leave...
You had preffered instead of dreams of Being
The irrealizable reality...
In order through the dreams of a living flounce,
Turning you from your way out,
With a knowledge of the ineffable outlines
As with a torch, go by.
December 1911
Без слова мысль... - пер. А. Блока
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