He Mourns for the Change that has Come Upon Him and His Beloved and Longs for the End of the World

Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?

I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;

I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,

For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear

Under my feet that they follow you night and day.

A man with a hazel wand came without sound;

He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way;

And now my calling is but the calling of a hound;

And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by.

I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West

And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky

And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.

Он слышит крик осоки

Брожу одиноко

У кромки озерных вод,

Где ветер кричит в осоке:

"Пока небосвод[29]

С оси не сойдет, и не рухнет полюс,

И руки не ввергнут в бездну

Стяги Запада и Востока,

И свет не распустит пояс,

Не лежать тебе с милою вместе,

Обнявшись во сне глубоком".

He Hears the Cry of the Sedge

I wander by the edge

Of this desolate lake

Where wind cries in the sedge:

Until the axle break

That keeps the stars in their round,

And hands hurl in the deep

The banners of East and West,

And the girdle of light is unbound,

Your breast will not lie by the breast

Of your beloved in sleep.

Песня эльфов, которую они пели над Диармайдом и Грайне, [30] спящими у кромлеха [31] в брачную ночь

Древний народ мы, веселый народ,

Древний народ:

Тысячелетьям, тысячелетьям

Утратили счет.

Дар этим детям, отвергнувшим мир, ‑

Любовь и молчанье,

Долгая ночь, росная ночь

В звездном сиянье.

Дар этим детям, отвергнувшим мир, ‑

Отдых от смерти:

Дара прекрасней на свете нет,

Верьте – не верьте.

Древний народ мы, веселый народ,

Древний народ:

Тысячелетьям, тысячелетьям

Утратили счет.

A Faery Song