Let glory attract the restless,
Palaces, temples, crowds near the gates,
Treasures that carry thousands of worries
And sleepless nights.
Magical flowers of green meadows,
The bicker of the water in a cold grass,
And the bird that looks for its love
Are better for lovers.
The debris of the woods and heaps of mountains,
Lightless caves,
A frightened driad, a fast beast…
It’s only there where your look unattainable is,
Which– at least in dreams –
I can’t get enough of.
(c) Lorenzo Medici
(c) translated into Russian by Evgeniy Solonovich
(c) translated into English by Maryna Tchianova
Лоренцо Медичи - Пусть почести влекут неугомонных
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2020
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