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FRIENDSHIP  

 

Long have you lived and, still content  

To shelter from life’s storms,  

You cannot name a single friend  

To whom your lone heart warms.  

 

When years have passed and you are old,  

People will turn and say:  

«He lived a century, poor soul,  

Who never lived a day.»  

 

Или Журавли. Я бы его и выбрала, если честно  

 

THE CRANES  

(Translation of Rasul Gamzatov’s 1976 poem)  

It seems to me sometimes that soldiers fallen,  

Whom bloody battlefields have rendered dead,  

Were buried not in soil to be forgotten,  

But turned into white cranes in flight instead.  

 

From that time, since their fate became a coffin  

They’ve soared, and issued us a strident cry.  

Is that not why we sadly, and so often,  

Lift up our silent gaze when cranes go by?  

 

Today, as evening yields to nightfall’s border,  

I see the cranes in flight, their wings unfurled,  

As over fields they fly in perfect order  

Just as they marched, when people in the world  

 

They fly—their line extending to forever—  

And call out names of someone to the cold.  

Is that not why the song of cranes has never  

Been far from Avar speech since times of old?  

 

The weary wedge of birds on expedition—  

It flies and flies through fog, towards the dawn,  

And in the ranks I notice a position--  

An empty space for me, for when I’m gone!  

 

Some day in that formation I’ll be flying;  

I’ll sail into the skies on my rebirth,  

And from the heav’ns with crane trump I’ll be crying  

To those of you I left upon the earth

FRIENDSHIP 

Long have you lived and, still content 
To shelter from life’s storms, 
You cannot name a single friend 
To whom your lone heart warms. 

When years have passed and you are old, 
People will turn and say: 
«He lived a century, poor soul, 
Who never lived a day.» 

Или Журавли. Я бы его и выбрала, если честно 

THE CRANES 
(Translation of Rasul Gamzatov’s 1976 poem) 
It seems to me sometimes that soldiers fallen, 
Whom bloody battlefields have rendered dead, 
Were buried not in soil to be forgotten, 
But turned into white cranes in flight instead. 

From that time, since their fate became a coffin 
They’ve soared, and issued us a strident cry. 
Is that not why we sadly, and so often, 
Lift up our silent gaze when cranes go by? 

Today, as evening yields to nightfall’s border, 
I see the cranes in flight, their wings unfurled, 
As over fields they fly in perfect order 
Just as they marched, when people in the world 

They fly—their line extending to forever— 
And call out names of someone to the cold. 
Is that not why the song of cranes has never 
Been far from Avar speech since times of old? 

The weary wedge of birds on expedition— 
It flies and flies through fog, towards the dawn, 
And in the ranks I notice a position-- 
An empty space for me, for when I’m gone! 

Some day in that formation I’ll be flying; 
I’ll sail into the skies on my rebirth, 
And from the heav’ns with crane trump I’ll be crying 
To those of you I left upon the earth