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Мечтанью вечному в тиши

Так предаемся мы, поэты;

Так суеверные приметы

Согласны с чувствами души.

Mechtan'yu vechnomu v tishi

Tak predayemsya my, poety;

Tak suyevernyye primety

Soglasny s chuvstvami dushi.

A poet lives in dreams and signs,

and in his superstition sings,

thinking his feeling realigns

the contexture of things.

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‎אדבר אתך גלויות

‎כלומר אהיה גלויה

‎כלומר אשלח את עצמי אליך

‎מקעקעת מלים, מכוסה בולים

adaber atakh gluyot

khlumar ahayah gluyah

khlumer ashlakh et atzmi alikh

mekakat malim, mekhusa bolim

I will talk with you like a postcard

that is to say I will be open

that is to say I will send myself to you

tattooed with words, covered in stamps

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Mas poderei dizer-vos que elas ousam? Ou vão, por injunções

muito mais sérias, lustrar pecados que jamais repousam?

But should I tell you that they are daring? Or that they go, with far more serious orders, to polish sins that never rest?

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Zaman bütün kıvrımlarıyla iç içe yatıyor // Sana tutunduğum yerlerden çözülüyorum

Time lies intertwined with all its twists // I come undone in places I held onto you

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Скорбью томятся люди одною:

В сердце вместиться должна

Земная вся теплота

И звездная вся высота.

Skorb'yu tomyatsya lyudi odnoyu:

V serdtse vmestit'sya dolzhna

Zemnaya vsya teplota

I zvezdnaya vsya vysota.

People languish in solitary sorrow:

The heart needs to fit

All the warmth of the world,

All the height of the heavens.

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Þæs oferēode, þisses swā mæġ.

That passed, in time; so too can this.

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a te tested a város –

át szeretnék folyni rajtad:

örökké benned, örökké mozgásban,

tükrözni akarom vibráló fényeidet.

your body is the city,

mine the river moving

through you, always flowing,

reflecting your light.

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U trid tgħidli,

tixtieq tgħidli li l-lożor blu bħal-lejl.

Hekk biss nitqaddsu

piż fuq dal-lożor blu.

U r-riħa mrembla tiegħek tinfidni.

And what you want to say,

what you’d like to say is that the sheets are blue as night.

The only way we are exalted

will be as weight on these blue sheets.

And the bundled smell of you pierces me through.

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forvos zol ikh itster meyn troyer bahaltn?

ven harts, vi a bekher, iz ful iber bregn. . .

ot do, inem land, inem zunik tseshtraltn,--

a harbstiker elnt zikh valgert aoyf vegn. . .

Why should I hide my sadness now?

When the heart, like a cup, is filled to the brim

Just here in this country, in this radiant sunshine

An autumn loneliness roams the roads . . .

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berahi seumpama memori:

semakin direka-reka dan diingat kembali

semakin asing ia terasa.

berahi mendendam pada bahasa:

karena kata-kata cuma membikin jarak

antara sang pencerita dan kisah ciptaannya

sendiri.

lust like memory: the more it’s imagined and remembered again the stranger it feels.

lust exacts revenge on language: because words only create distance between the storyteller and the story they tell themselves.

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Šta to natera čoveka da krene

na sopstvene snove čekićem?

what drives a man to take a hammer

to attack his own dreams?

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星はそれをどう思ったろう?

神はそれをどう思ったろう?

みちあふれた情熱のしかし愚かな傲慢を

Hoshi wa sore o dō omottarou?

Kami wa sore o dō omottarou?

Michi afureta jōnetsu no shikashi orokana gōman o

What would the stars think?

What might the gods think

of this overflowing of passion, this foolish arrogance?

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in mijn handen houd ik mijn genen vast

laat hen als zeep door mijn vingers glippen

leg ze zacht op mijn tong en slik

I hold my genes in my hands

let them slip through my fingers like soap

gentle them on my tongue and swallow

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Кажу да су све приче испричане. Али, шта ако је свака тишина истрошена, ако више нема шта да се пређути?

Kažu da su sve priče ispričane.

Ali, šta ako je svaka tišina istrošena,

ako više nema šta da se prećuti?

People say all stories have been told.

But, what if every silence has been used up,

if there is nothing left to be silent about?

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Ora amore sta vagando

tra le aiuole e i marciapiedi

si riposa sull’asfalto, mentre cerca la tua voce

Now love is wandering

Between the flowerbeds and sidewalks

He rests on the pavement while he searches for your voice

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Nước mắt rơi rồi khô lại, nhạt nhòa / Mình đã lớn rồi, tôi ơi đừng khóc nữa

Có những thứ chỉ là duyên, không nợ / Xin để em về, khác với em xưa

Đào nở rồi, em ra đón hoa chưa?

The season of tears has been and gone

My roots are deeper, my branches higher

I see things clearer now/ Return me to who I was

Peach trees are blooming, am I ready?

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Kon ang binalaybay ang ginbun-ag sa tilan sang kabukiran // ano ayhan ang una sini nga katungdanan?

Ang magpanggas sang binhi sa kapatagan, // ukon ang makighilawas sa mataas nga bulan?

If poetry was born at the foot of mountains // what would it have to do first?

Plant seeds in the fields, // or make love with the moon high above?