По небу полуночи ангел летел,
И тихую песню он пел,
И месяц, и звезды, и тучи толпой
Внимали той песне святой.
An angel was humming, alone at his flight,
Across the dark skies in the mid of the night,
The moon, stars, and clouds - the heavens' huge crowd
Were listening to his quiet song, saint and proud.
Он пел о блаженстве безгрешных духов
Под кущами райских садов,
О Боге великом он пел, и хвала
Его непритворна была.
Of Heavens' great pastures and trees, in his story
He hymned sinless spirits' bliss, blessedness, glory,
Of God, the great father, his song outdrew,
His praise was sincere, unaffected, so true.
Он душу младую в объятиях нес
Для мира печали и слез,
И звук его песни в душе молодой
Остался - без слов, но живой.
A young soul was carried in the tight clutch of his
For that world of sufferings, sadness and tears,
His song's wordless echo in that youthful soul
Kept roaming alive alongside a faint toll.
И долго на свете томилась она,
Желанием чудным полна,
И звуков небес заменить не могли
Ей скучные песни земли.
For years in this world full of sin it was lonely,
With one splendid wish overwhelming it only,
And never could any of dull earthly songs
Replace divine music that to Heaven belongs.
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