Явился плод моей мольбы,
И так он рёк из тишины:
“Зачем звала меня сама,
Ведь холодна ты и нема?”
Но сердце молвило: “Увы,
Я стало камнем от мольбы.
Пришёл когда б не знала зла,
Тогда б от счастья умерла.”
(с английского)
THE PRAYER
by Sara Teasdale
My answered prayer came up to me,
And in the silence thus spake he:
“O you who prayed for me to come,
Your greeting is but cold and dumb.”
My heart made answer: “You are fair,
But I have prayed too long to care.
Why came you not when all was new,
And I had died for joy of you.”