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Robert Burns
Yon Wild Mossy Mountains (Burns Original)
Yon wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys thro' the heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
Not Gowrie's rich valley, nor Forth's sunny shores,
To me hae the charms o'yon wild, mossy moors;
For there, by a lanely, sequestered stream,
Besides a sweet lassie, my thought and my dream.
Amang thae wild mountains shall still be my path,
Ilk stream foaming down its ain green, narrow strath;
For there, wi' my lassie, the day lang I rove,
While o'er us unheeded flie the swift hours o'love.
She is not the fairest, altho' she is fair;
O' nice education but sma' is her share;
Her parentage humble as humble can be;
But I lo'e the dear lassie because she lo'es me.
To Beauty what man but maun yield him a prize,
In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs?
And when wit and refinement hae polish'd her darts,
They dazzle our een, as they flie to our hearts.
But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond-sparkling e'e,
Has lustre outshining the diamond to me;
And the heart beating love as I'm clasp'd in her arms,
O, these are my lassie's all-conquering charms!
Yonder Wild Mossy Mountain (Standard English Translation)
Yonder wild mossy mountains so lofty and wide,
That nurse in their bosom the youth of the Clyde,
Where the grouse lead their coveys through heather to feed,
And the shepherd tends his flock as he pipes on his reed.
Not Gowrie's rich valley nor Forth's sunny shores
To me have the charms of yonder wild, mossy moors;
For there, by a lonely, sequestered stream,
Resides a sweet girl, my thought and my dream.
Among those wild mountains shall still be my path,
Each stream foaming down its own green, narrow valley;
For there with my girl the long day I wander,
While over us unheeded fly the swift hours of love.
She is not the fairest, although she is fair;
Of nice education but small is her share;
Her parentage humble as humble can be;
But I love the dear lassie because she loves me.
To Beauty what man but must yield him a prize,
In her armour of glances, and blushes, and sighs?
And when Wit and Refinement has polished her darts,
They dazzle our eyes, as they fly to our hearts.
But kindness, sweet kindness, in the fond sparkling eye
Has lustre outshining the diamond to me,
And the heart beating love as I am clasped in her arms,
O, these are my girl's all-conquering charms!
Роберт Бернс
Скалистые горы, где спят облака
Пер. С.Маршака
Скалистые горы, где спят облака,
Где в юности ранней резвится река,
Где в поисках корма сквозь вереск густой
Птенцов перепелка ведет за собой.
Милее мне склоны и трещины гор,
Чем берег морской и зеленый простор,
Милей оттого, что в горах у ручья
Живет моя радость, забота моя.
Люблю я прозрачный и гулкий ручей,
Бегущий тропинкой зеленой своей.
Под говор воды, не считая часов,
С любимой подругой бродить я готов.
Она не прекрасна, но многих милей.
Я знаю, приданого мало за ней,
Но я полюбил ее с первого дня
За то, что она полюбила меня!
Встречая красавицу, кто устоит
Пред блеском очей и румянцем ланит?
А если ума ей прибавить чуть-чуть,
Она, ослепляя, пронзает нам грудь.
Но добрая прелесть внимательных глаз
Стократ мне дороже, чем лучший алмаз.
И в крепких объятьях волнует мне кровь
Открытая, с бьющимся сердцем, любовь!
1786
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