Jewish Melody

from the quills of dead white poets

Mikhail Lermontov (1814 -1841)


(From Byron) 1836

My heart is in a gloom. Be fast, Oh bard, be fast!

There is a harp of gold:

And let your fingers, that on strings are cast,

Wake sounds of the God’s Abode.

And if a cruel fate kills hopes not at once,

They’ll wake up in my poor soul,

And if a drop of tears is, else, in my iced eyes -

Tears will be melted and will flow.

And let your song be grim and wild. Like my wreath, hard,

I hate the sounds of mad gladness!

I say to you: I crave for tears, Oh bard,

Or heart will perish from the sadness.

It was attended with some pain before,

Was, for a long time, pining, lonesome;

The strike of fate had come – it’s now full, therefore,

As a deathly cup is full with poison.

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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