Free Translator #3 | Mikhail Lérmontov | «On my own onto the road I enter…» – Danya Kosyakov
A brief talk about Russian XIX century classic, icon of romantic poetry Mikhail Lérmontov, his short life and his visit card «On my own onto the road I enter…», written 1841.
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«On my own onto the road I enter…»
By Mikhail Lérmontov (1814-1841)
On my own onto the road I enter;
Stony pathway through the fog shines far;
Night is calm. The desert heeds the Maker,
And a star is talking to a star.
Solemnly and lovely in the heavens!
The Earth sleeps in the blue aureole...
Why is it so painful and so hard then?
Do I wait? or do I dream? for what?
From my life I wait already nothing,
And the past — I don't regret a bit;
Peace and freedom are what I am searching!
I would crave oblivion and sleep!
It’s not a cold grave sleep I seek and crave for...
Wish I could have slept for centuries,
That those vital powers dozed in chest, so
That, in breath, the chest would've quietly heaved;
That all night, all day to nurse my hearing,
The sweet voice would've sang to me 'bout love,
And above, endlessly evergreening,
The dark oak would've rustled and bowed down.
1841