A beautiful maiden, a church and a chorus:
She sings of the weary in alien lands;
Of mariners, traveling oceans foreign;
Of those, who lost their cheer and laugh.
Her voice fills the air, and the dome, and the arches,
Her snow-white dress – caressed by the rays;
They stood and listened, they peered through the darkness,
Admiring the white of her voice and her dress.
They looked to the future – so cloudless and joyful,
They hoped: the mariner found his bay,
The weary had traveled their arduous journey –
Discovering brightness and peace in their days.
So sweet was her voice and the rays – so slender;
And only above by the Royal Gates…
A child was crying, admitted and clever,
It knew: none would find their home-coming ways.
Poem by Aleksandr Blok
Translation by Vladimir Reznikov
A Beautiful Maiden
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