ОРИГИНАЛ
Альфред Теннисон.
you tell me, doubt is devil-born.
i know not: one indeed i knew
in many a subtle question versed,
who touch''d a jarring lyre first,
but ever strove to make it true:
perplext in faith, but pure in deeds,
at last he beat his music out.
the lives more faith in honest doubt,
believe me, than in half the creeds.
he fought his doubts and gather'd strength,
he would not make his judgement blind,
he faced the spectres of the mind
and laid them: thus he came at length
to find a stronger faith his own;
and Power was with him in the night,
which makes the darkness and the light,
and dwells not in the light alone.
but in the darkness and the cloud,
as over sinai's peaks of old,
while israel made their gods of gold,
altho'' the trumpet blew so loud.
ПЕРЕВОД
Сейчас поведаю я миру,
О Том, кто тронул перволиру.
И тот, кто не грешил на свете.
Счас слышать может звуки эти.
Пусть совневался я в доктринах,
Зато не гнул порокам спину.
И в вере я сейчас сильнее,
Чем все на свете фарисеи.
Судить бы было нелепо,
То, что Господь осудит слепо.
И над вершинами Синая,
Труба трубила, призывая.
Но золото звенело звонко,
Скакал Израиль пред теленком...