Марина Цветаева
Marina Tsvetaeva
(1892-1941)
(1892-1941)
Ох, веселые пошли бы по земле дела!
Не один бы нам поклонился град,
Ох мой родный, мой природный, мой безродный брат!
Я кабацкая царица, ты кабацкий царь.
Присягай, народ, моему царю!
Присягай его царице, – всех собой дарю!
Поработали бы царские на нас колокола!
Поднялся бы звон по Москве-реке
О прекрасной самозванке и ее дружке.
Покачались бы мы, братец, на ночном ветру...
И пылила бы дороженька – бела, бела, —
Кабы нас с тобой – да судьба свела!
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Literary
Translation/Adaptation by U.R. Bowie
If only rank
destiny linked you and me,
How joyous our path through this lifetime would be!
They’d bow down to us, one town, then another,
O my dearly born, native-born, classless-act brother!
As the last
torch burns out over bridge and wellspring,
I’m the queen of the lushes, you’re the reprobate-king.
Pledge your troth, O ye riffraff, to my liege and best brother!
Pledge the selfsame to queen-me, and I’ll rule like no other!
If only rank
destiny linked you and me,
The royal bellringers would ring out in glee!
They’d peal out their clamor along Moscow River,
For the fake queen and liege they’d go ding-dong and blither.
How joyous our path through this lifetime would be!
They’d bow down to us, one town, then another,
O my dearly born, native-born, classless-act brother!
I’m the queen of the lushes, you’re the reprobate-king.
Pledge your troth, O ye riffraff, to my liege and best brother!
Pledge the selfsame to queen-me, and I’ll rule like no other!
The royal bellringers would ring out in glee!
They’d peal out their clamor along Moscow River,
For the fake queen and liege they’d go ding-dong and blither.
We'd make raucous whoopie at a wild-ass last blast,
Then swing by a noose, hanging high at half-mast.
The roadway'd be dusted in clouds white and free,
If only rank destiny linked you and me!


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