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My Planet
Марина Татарская
 


The Planet whirls in the vastness of space with reason and rhyme -
The whole Universe is fond of the Earth - the Planet of mine…
It wears a blouse out of the blue sea with rivers as sleeves,
With pockets of plains, with buttons of snowy peaks and of reefs.
My motherly Planet has eyes of the lakes, the skin out of meads,
Of wheat are its braids with streaks of grey - fogs from rivers and fields,
The wonderful wrinkles of canyons and glens are traced in its face.
My Planet is as a bright icon-lamp that flickers in space.
I also whirl while going by its lay down road,
I try to perceive some truth sailing on in my tiny boat,
I try to get strengths and fire up myself anew and again
While spelling my doom I’m getting a joy, grey hair from strain.
The Earth keeps on whirling and travels around the space,
And beckons all people with great and high Hopes, the Love and the Faith;
The Earth is on call - it is for your soul at day and at night;
Inherit the Earth, be happy with it, afraid not the height!

The Planet whirls in the vastness of space with reason and rhyme -
The whole Universe is fond of the Earth - the Planet of mine…



(Переводчик В.В.Чистяков)
© Copyright: Марина Татарская, 2018
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А зачем, позвольте спросить, надо было переводить на английский?

Андрей Климов    Добавлено 24.09.2018 в 23:13
 
   
   
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