The Sail (Smirnov)

The Sail

The lonely sail is showing white Among the haze of the blue sea!.. What does it search in foreign part? What left it in the native land?..

The waves are playing, wind is whistling, And bending mast is creaking loud, Alas, – it does not hunt for pleasure And nor from pleasure does it run!

Below – a bright stream of azure, Above – a golden beam of sun, But it, rebellious, asks for tempests As if the tempests give a rest!

1832

The note on the translation:

La Voile A hajó (ford. SZ. E.) Żagiel (Lermontow) Парус (Лермонтов)


 * Парус in English translation by A. Givental and E. Wilson-Egolf at "stihi.ru"