Вольный перевод стихотворения Николая Алексеевича Заболоцкого
"Змеи"
Snakes
The forest is swaying
Being so cool,
All the flowers are here that
Have ever existed,
Over the stones like
Around a spool
Snakes’ shiny bodies
Are twisted.
The simple, plain Sun
Is shining
Over the warming
Biomass.
Between the stones hiding
The snakes look like
Glossy glass.
Even if a bird the silence
Breaks,
Or a beetle buzzes
Being brave,
Nothing can disturb
The snakes,
They look like the roast sausages’
Grave.
So mysterious and pale
They sleep –
Quiet mouths open,
Time floats over them
Like a veil,
They are placid Time’s
Old token.
Dainty years pass over
Them
One by one – over
The ground,
And a passerby comes
Then,
And behold what he
Has found:
What are they for?
Where they’re from? –
Can they be understood,
Justified?
Yet, the heap of the sleepy
Snakedom
Gives no answer- deadly
Piled.
Thus, the man is getting
Wise,
He is shocked and all
Alone,
And the Nature starts
To comprise
A dull jail
Instead of his home.