Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky

(February 9 1783 – April 24 1852 / Mishenskoe, Tula Oblast)

The Mysterious Visitor


Spirit, lovely guest, who are you?
Whence have you flown down to us?
Taciturn and without a sound
Why have you abandoned us?
Where are you? Where is your dwelling?
What are you, where did you go?
Why did you appear,
Heavenly, upon the Earth?

Mayhap you are youthful Hope,
Who arrives from time to time
Cloaked in magic
From a land unknown?
Merciless as Hope,
Sweetest joy you show us
For a moment, then
Take it back and fly away.

Was it Love that you enacted
For us all in mystery? . . .
Days of love, when one beloved
Rendered this world beautiful
Ah! then, sighted through the veil
Earth did seem unearthly...
Now the veil has lifted; Love is gone;
Life is empty, joy - a dream.

Was it Thought, enchanting
You embodied for us here?
Far removed from every worry,
With a dreamy finger pointing
To her lips, she sallies forth
Just like you, from time to time,
Ushers us without a sound
Back to bygone days.

Or within you dwells the sacred spirit
Of Dame Poetry? . . .
Just like you, she came from Heaven
Veiling us twofold:
Using azure for the skies,
And clear white for earth;
What lies near is lovely through her;
All that's distant - known.

Or perhaps 'twas premonition
That descended in your guise
And to us with clarity described
All that's sacred and divine?
Thus it often happens in this life:
Something brilliant flies to meet us,
Raises up the veil
And then beckons us beyond.


Таин&# 1089;твенны&# 1081; Посетит ель

Кто ты, призрак, гость прекрас ный?
К нам откуда прилета л?
Безот&# 1074;етно и безглас но
Для чего от нас пропал?
&# 1043;де ты? Где твое селенье ?
Что с тобой? Куда исчез?
И зачем твое явленье
В поднебе сную с небес?

i 3;е Надежда ль ты младая,
&# 1055;риходя&# 1097;ая порой
И 079; неведом ого края
По 076; волшебн ой пеленой ?
Как она, неумоли мо
Радо 089;ть милую на час
Пок 072;зал ты, с нею мимо
Пр 086;летел и бросил нас.

Не Любовь ли нам собою
Т 072;йно ты изобраз ил?..
Дни любви, когда одною
М 080;р для нас прекрас ен был,
Ах! тогда сквозь покрыва ло
Незе 084;ным казался он...
Снят покров; любви не стало;
Ж&# 1080;знь пуста, и счастье - сон.

Не волшебн ица ли Дума
Зд 077;сь в тебе явилась нам?
Уда&# 1083;енная от шума
И мечтате льно к устам
П 088;иложив 096;и перст, приходи т
К нам, как ты, она порой
И в минувше е уводит
 053;ас безмолв но за собой.

h 8;ль в тебе сама святая
 047;десь Поэзия была?..
К нам, как ты, она из рая
Два покрова принесл а:
Для небес лазурно -ясный,
Ч& #1080;стый, белый для земли:
С ней все близкое прекрас но;
Все знакомо, что вдали.

h 8;ль Предчув ствие сходило
К нам во образе твоем
И понятно говорил о
О небесно м, о святом?
&# 1063;асто в жизни так бывало:
&# 1050;то-то светлый к нам летит,
П&# 1086;дымает покрыва ло
И в далекое манит.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
Edited: Thursday, February 09, 2012

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