Pushkin's "To the Sea"
Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea!
This is the last time you are in front of me,
Rolling blue waves,
And shining with your beautiful face.
It seems to be a friend’s melancholy complaint,
It seems to be his call at parting,
I am listening for the last time
The noise of your sorrow, the noise of your summons.
You are the desire of my heart!
I often walk along your shore,
Wandering alone quietly and blankly,
My heart is still troubled by that secret wish hurt!
How I love your echo,
Love your sombre tone, the sound of your abyss,
And the silence of the dusk,
And that capricious passion!
The docile sails of fishermen,
Protected by your willfulness,
Sail bravely among the waves;
< p>But when it surges and you can't control it,A swarm of ships will perish.
I wanted to leave forever
Thy lonely and motionless shore,
Congratulations to you with joy,
< p>And let my poems follow your waves to the distance,But I failed to get what I wanted!
You wait, you call...and I am bound;
The struggle of my soul is completely in vain:
I am bound by a kind of Charmed by strong passion,
Let me stay on your shore...
What is there to pity? Where now
is the carefree path I want to take?
There is something in your desert
It shocked my soul.
It is a cliff, a glorious tomb...
There, immersed in cold sleep,
are some majestic memories :
It was there that Napoleon died.
There he slept in misery.
And right behind him, like the noise of the storm,
Another genius flies away from us again,
He is our thought Another king.
The singer who wept for the God of Liberty disappeared,
He left his laurels in the world.
Let the evil weather be noisy and agitated:
Oh, the sea, it was he who once sang to you.
Your image is reflected in him,
He is shaped and grown by your spirit:
Like you, he is majestic, profound and somber ,
He is like you, nothing can make him surrender.
The world is empty...Ocean,
Where are you taking us now?
People's fate is the same everywhere:
Wherever there is happiness, there are people guarding it:
Either enlightened sages, or He is a tyrannical king.
Oh, goodbye, sea!
I will never forget your majestic face,
I will long, long
listen to your roar at dusk.
My whole soul is filled with you,
I will take your rocks, your bays,
your sparkle, your shadow, and There are whispering waves,
brought into the forest, into the silent desert country.