Sergei Yesenin

The Dove Of Jordan

1. My golden earth! You bright Cathedral of Autumn! A flock of geese takes flight For the clouds, calling. Transfigured souls! A horde Innumerable, that flies From lakes of sleep towards Gardens of Paradise. In front a swan is flying, Its eyes sad as a grove. - You, in the sky crying, My Russia on the move. Fly on, fly on without fear. All things have bourne and term. The wind crowds into song And the song vanishes in time. 2. The sky is like a bell, The moon a tongue's lick. My mother's my country, And I a Bolshevik. For universal Fraternity I celebrate in song Your death, my country. Powerful and strong, I take the moon and beat Heaven's azure gong At your defeat. Brothers of all races, My song is made for you. Enveloped in mist I hear the shining hews. 3. And here is the dove, borne Aloft in the wind's hands. It smokes with a new dawn, My rustic Jordan land. I praise you, dove, who weld The vault with stars of ice. My hands in prayer are held To ancestral paradise. I see you, grassy plains, Swarming with chestnut herds, And there Saint Andrew plays His flute among the pollards. On the edge of the village, A maiden-mother, sick And angry with Knowledge, Beats an ass with a stick. 4. Ah, brothers, brothers! Men! Will we not all some day Live in that blessed region Where trails the Milky Way? Do not regret the dead, The dying; better far The blooming lilies there, Than our fresh pastures here. Love's guardian's a sinner. Time's cradled by sorrow, Not content. Today's winner 's a beggar tomorrow. 5. O new, new, new! Day Cut from the swarm of days! Youth with the head of a sun, Come, sit by me at the fence. And let me comb your hair With the moon's fine comb, For we have learned to greet The stranger with this custom. Maurice's ancient shade, Cousin of our hills, Abraham visits our fields With a shower of rain. Come down to me on the wing, In peace perch on my arm. I will light a blue star As a candle for you. And I will pray to you, And praise your Jordan land. And here is the dove, borne Aloft in the wind's hand.

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