O.Mandelstam, Your Unsteady And So Painful Image... - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

by Osip Mandelstam

Your unsteady and so painful image
I couldn't touch in a continous mist.
'God! ' - I said, mistaken unexpectedly,
Without aim to say a word indeed.

The god's name flied out as a great bird
Of my breast to live long outside.
And in front of me - mist, curling,
The empty cage - remains behind.

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In russian and translation into bulgarian
by Krasimir Georgiev
http: //www.stihi.ru/2013/01/16/30