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Любовь - недуг. Моя душа больна
Love is a disease. My soul is sick
Томительной, неутолимой жаждой.
Languid, insatiable thirst.
Того же яда требует она,
It requires the same poison
Который отравил ее однажды.
Who poisoned her once.
Мой разум-врач любовь мою лечил.
My mind-doctor treated my love.
Она отвергла травы и коренья,
She rejected herbs and roots,
И бедный лекарь выбился из сил
And the poor doctor was exhausted
И нас покинул, потеряв терпенье.
And he left us, losing patience.
Отныне мой недуг неизлечим.
From now on, my ailment is incurable.
Душа ни в чем покоя не находит.
The soul does not find rest in anything.
Покинутые разумом моим,
Abandoned by my mind,
И чувства и слова по воле бродят.
And feelings and words roam by the will.


И долго мне, лишенному ума,
And for a long time to me, devoid of mind,
Казался раем ад, а светом - тьма!
He seemed to be paradise, and light - darkness!


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Translation by S. Marshak


My love is as a fever, longing still
My love is as a Fever, Longing Still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
For that Which Longer Nurseth The Disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Feeding on That Which Doth Preserv the Ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
The Uncertain Sickly Appetite to Please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
My Reason, The Physician to My Love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Angry that hisscriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Hath Left Me, and I Desperate now Approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Desire is Death, Which Physic Vid Except.
Past cure I am, now reason is past care,
PAST CURE I am, Now Reason Is Past Care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
And Frantic-Mad with Evermore Unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
My Thumbs and My Discourse as Madmen's Are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
At Random from the Truth Vainly Express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright,
For I have Sworn the Fair and Though Thee Bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Who Art as Black As Hell, As Dark AS Night.
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