Tango
Having been born with an apparent immunity to existential angst, I really enjoyed a little poem by Igor Guberman, which Dolly posted recently.
My attempt at a translation:
Life's meaning is not ours to understand it
It flees before our brief, uncertain thoughts;
To us are given only colours, sounds, letters --
And the fulfilment of a yearning in the soul.
Click for Russian original.
My attempt at a translation:
Life's meaning is not ours to understand it
It flees before our brief, uncertain thoughts;
To us are given only colours, sounds, letters --
And the fulfilment of a yearning in the soul.
Click for Russian original.
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21.04.2006 в 12:04