Serghey Esenin ------------------------------------------------------------- Song of Dog ------------------------------------------------------------- Morning in a rye's barn, Where're many golden mats, Bitch by septuple had pupped, With the seven brown pups. ------------------------------------------------------------- Untill evening shet hem licked, Brushing hairs by her a tongue. Melted snow have been leaked Under her warm stomach's rank. ------------------------------------------------------------- By a sunset when last chicken Went to own a sit-stock, Master frown, since door cricked, Septuple put into a sack. ------------------------------------------------------------- Over deep snow-drifts has taken, After master in the pass... But, for a long time had shaken Tiny not freeze water's glass... ------------------------------------------------------------- When she hardly went in barn, Liking sweat from own sides; Over house saw the moon, Like her red one of the pups. ------------------------------------------------------------- In the blue sky very loud She had seen with whining. But thin moon had sliding, Then hid in field over cloud. ------------------------------------------------------------- And with deaf like from a cuff, When stone thrown with a laugh, The dog's eyes thereon had slid Like gold stars in snow-drift. ------------------------------------------------------------- 1915 ------------------------------------------------------------- Translated by Vasiliy Panchenko (vipanch), 2012 |