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Fyodor Tyutchev Silentium Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal the way you dream, the things you feel. Deep in your spirit let them rise akin to stars in crystal skies that set before the night is blurred: delight in them and speak no word. How can a heart expression find? How should another know your mind? Will he discern what quickens you? A thought once uttered is untrue. Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred: drink at the source and speak no word. Live in your inner self alone within your soul a world has grown, the magic of veiled thoughts that might be blinded by the outer light, drowned in the noise of day, unheard… take in their song and speak no word. Translated by V.Nabokov My Love For You, Sweet Earth My love for you, sweet Earth, my mother, I cannot hide - I do not crave The phantom pleasures of that other, That spectral world beyond the grave. O spring, the blessedness of Eden Compared to yours as nothing is! Love's joys you bring us all unbidden, And golden dreams, and light, and bliss. What rapture to drink in the balmy, Warm air of spring, to languor wed, And watch the clouds drift slowly, calmly High in the blueness overhead; To wander happily and idly Across a field and past a stream, To catch the scent of blooming lilac Or chance upon a radiant dream!..

Fyodor Tyutchev

Silentium

Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard…
take in their song and speak no word.

Translated by V.Nabokov

My Love For You, Sweet Earth

My love for you, sweet Earth, my mother,
I cannot hide - I do not crave
The phantom pleasures of that other,
That spectral world beyond the grave.
O spring, the blessedness of Eden
Compared to yours as nothing is!
Love's joys you bring us all unbidden,
And golden dreams, and light, and bliss.

What rapture to drink in the balmy,
Warm air of spring, to languor wed,
And watch the clouds drift slowly, calmly
High in the blueness overhead;
To wander happily and idly
Across a field and past a stream,
To catch the scent of blooming lilac
Or chance upon a radiant dream!..