Konstantin Balmont The dream

Марина Фарамазян
Konstantin Balmont
The dream
Константин Бальмонт
Сон («Я спал. Я был свободен…»)

I slept and I was free.
My spirit weaved my dream.
It was unlike my life,
Yet was instilled in theme.
The lights there were strange
And everything was – Moon.
Objective world, though, near
Did lure with novel tune.

And everything was lunar
In frozen dream of mine
And many-stringed was music,
That sounded divine.
The everlasting waters
Did flicker drop by drop,
In bloodlessness of nature
The soul took its hold.
And did in air harden,
Just captured by the Moon,
The ancient vivid vision,
Familiar, but forlorn.

The odds and ends, and slopes,
And clouds, and my dreams…
Were chimes so nicely chanting
From the celestial hills.
And World was – without limit,
And stabbed with crystal ice,
And I was free and seamless
And slept in oneness’ highs.


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