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Когда над Кадисом восходит луна, серебряная монета,
Когда не останется в бочках вина, хоть долго еще до рассвета,
Тогда, усмехаясь проклятьям небес, с зюйд-вестом, товарищем верным,
Бродяга-мертвец, дон Диего Вальдес, уверенно входит в таверну.
Он молча садится за стол у окна и смотрит на море устало,
Он думает: «Так же всходила луна, когда мы летели на скалы,
И нам не помог бы ни ангел, ни бес, когда бы не рев капитана:
«Ты станешь к штурвалу, собака Вальдес!», и я вдруг поверил, что стану.
Я мчался на зов неоткрытых земель, бывал в кругосветных походах,
Я пил за удачу, но крепче, чем хмель, пьянил меня ветер свободы.
Мы волю любили сильней, чем невест, оставшихся где-то на суше.
Не черту, не будь я Диего Вальдес, а морю мы продали души!
(…Своими считались мы в южных морях и в северных часто гостили,
Мы штопали трижды простреленный флаг, пробитое днище смолили…)
Да, мы не давали прохода судам английских торговых флотилий,
И, видно, был ветер недобрым, когда мы бриг-китобой захватили.
Я дрался, до боли сжимая эфес, но мне изменила удача,
И замер навеки Диего Вальдес, гарпуном приколотый к мачте.
И в тучах лицо свое прячет луна, и стонут осколки бокала,
Он думает: «Как же упрямо она меня средь живущих искала!
На дно опустившись, я вспомнил о ней, да выбраться не было силы.
Как долго она тосковала по мне, она и теперь не забыла.
Счастливец Иисус из умерших воскрес, а мне и не светит такое,
И я, тот, кто звался Диего Вальдес, вовек не узнаю покоя!»
А небо светлеет, и тает луна; в неверном сиянье рассвета
Блеснет, как слеза, на столе у окна серебряная монета.
The Song of Diego Valdez by Rudyard Kipling
THE GOD of Fair Beginnings
Hath prospered here my hand—
The cargoes of my lading,
And the keels of my command.
For out of many ventures
That sailed with hope as high,
My own have made the better trade,
And Admiral am I.
To me my King’s much honour,
To me my people’s love—
To me the pride of Princes
And power all pride above;
To me the shouting cities,
To me the mob’s refrain:—
“Who knows not noble Valdez,
Hath never heard of Spain.”
But I remember comrades—
Old playmates on new seas—
When as we traded orpiment
Among the savages—
A thousand leagues to south’ard
And thirty years removed—
They knew not noble Valdez,
But me they knew and loved.
Then they that found good liquor,
They drank it not alone,
And they that found fair plunder,
They told us every one,
About our chosen islands
Or secret shoals between,
When, weary from far voyage,
We gathered to careen.
There burned our breaming-fagots
All pale along the shore:
There rose our worn pavilions—
A sail above an oar;
As flashed each yearning anchor
Through mellow seas afire,
So swift our careless captains
Rowed each to his desire.
Where lay our loosened harness?
Where turned our naked feet?
Whose tavern ’mid the palm-trees?
What quenchings of what heat?
Oh fountain in the desert!
Oh cistern in the waste!
Oh bread we ate in secret!
Oh cup we spilled in haste!
The youth new-taught of longing
The widow curbed and wan,
The goodwife proud at season,
And the maid aware of man—
All souls unslaked, consuming,
Defrauded in delays,
Desire not more their quittance
Than I those forfeit days!
I dreamed to wait my pleasure
Unchanged my spring would bide:
Wherefore, to wait my pleasure,
I put my spring aside
Till, first in face of Fortune,
And last in mazed disdain,
I made Diego Valdez
High Admiral of Spain.
Then walked no wind ’neath Heaven
Nor surge that did not aid—
I dared extreme occasion,
Nor ever one betrayed.
They wrought a deeper treason—
(Led seas that served my needs!)
They sold Diego Valdez
To bondage of great deeds.
The
Когда не останется в бочках вина, хоть долго еще до рассвета,
Тогда, усмехаясь проклятьям небес, с зюйд-вестом, товарищем верным,
Бродяга-мертвец, дон Диего Вальдес, уверенно входит в таверну.
Он молча садится за стол у окна и смотрит на море устало,
Он думает: «Так же всходила луна, когда мы летели на скалы,
И нам не помог бы ни ангел, ни бес, когда бы не рев капитана:
«Ты станешь к штурвалу, собака Вальдес!», и я вдруг поверил, что стану.
Я мчался на зов неоткрытых земель, бывал в кругосветных походах,
Я пил за удачу, но крепче, чем хмель, пьянил меня ветер свободы.
Мы волю любили сильней, чем невест, оставшихся где-то на суше.
Не черту, не будь я Диего Вальдес, а морю мы продали души!
(…Своими считались мы в южных морях и в северных часто гостили,
Мы штопали трижды простреленный флаг, пробитое днище смолили…)
Да, мы не давали прохода судам английских торговых флотилий,
И, видно, был ветер недобрым, когда мы бриг-китобой захватили.
Я дрался, до боли сжимая эфес, но мне изменила удача,
И замер навеки Диего Вальдес, гарпуном приколотый к мачте.
И в тучах лицо свое прячет луна, и стонут осколки бокала,
Он думает: «Как же упрямо она меня средь живущих искала!
На дно опустившись, я вспомнил о ней, да выбраться не было силы.
Как долго она тосковала по мне, она и теперь не забыла.
Счастливец Иисус из умерших воскрес, а мне и не светит такое,
И я, тот, кто звался Диего Вальдес, вовек не узнаю покоя!»
А небо светлеет, и тает луна; в неверном сиянье рассвета
Блеснет, как слеза, на столе у окна серебряная монета.
The Song of Diego Valdez by Rudyard Kipling
THE GOD of Fair Beginnings
Hath prospered here my hand—
The cargoes of my lading,
And the keels of my command.
For out of many ventures
That sailed with hope as high,
My own have made the better trade,
And Admiral am I.
To me my King’s much honour,
To me my people’s love—
To me the pride of Princes
And power all pride above;
To me the shouting cities,
To me the mob’s refrain:—
“Who knows not noble Valdez,
Hath never heard of Spain.”
But I remember comrades—
Old playmates on new seas—
When as we traded orpiment
Among the savages—
A thousand leagues to south’ard
And thirty years removed—
They knew not noble Valdez,
But me they knew and loved.
Then they that found good liquor,
They drank it not alone,
And they that found fair plunder,
They told us every one,
About our chosen islands
Or secret shoals between,
When, weary from far voyage,
We gathered to careen.
There burned our breaming-fagots
All pale along the shore:
There rose our worn pavilions—
A sail above an oar;
As flashed each yearning anchor
Through mellow seas afire,
So swift our careless captains
Rowed each to his desire.
Where lay our loosened harness?
Where turned our naked feet?
Whose tavern ’mid the palm-trees?
What quenchings of what heat?
Oh fountain in the desert!
Oh cistern in the waste!
Oh bread we ate in secret!
Oh cup we spilled in haste!
The youth new-taught of longing
The widow curbed and wan,
The goodwife proud at season,
And the maid aware of man—
All souls unslaked, consuming,
Defrauded in delays,
Desire not more their quittance
Than I those forfeit days!
I dreamed to wait my pleasure
Unchanged my spring would bide:
Wherefore, to wait my pleasure,
I put my spring aside
Till, first in face of Fortune,
And last in mazed disdain,
I made Diego Valdez
High Admiral of Spain.
Then walked no wind ’neath Heaven
Nor surge that did not aid—
I dared extreme occasion,
Nor ever one betrayed.
They wrought a deeper treason—
(Led seas that served my needs!)
They sold Diego Valdez
To bondage of great deeds.
The
When the moon is rising over Cadiz, a silver coin,
When will not remain in the wines barrels, even though long before dawn,
Then, smiling to the curses of heaven, with Southwest, comrade faithful,
Tramp-dead, Don Diego Waldes, confidently enters the tavern.
He silently sits down the table by the window and looks at the sea tired,
He thinks: "The moon also boomed when we flew on the rocks,
And it would not be helped by an angel, nor the demon, whenever the roar of the captain:
"You will be to the steering wheel, the dog Valdez!", And I suddenly believed that I would become.
I rushed at the call of unopened lands, was in around the world,
I drank for good luck, but hard, than hop, drunk me the wind of freedom.
We loved the will of the will than brides left somewhere on land.
Not a hell, don't be Diego Waldez, and we sold my souls!
(... We were considered in the southern seas and in the northern people were often located,
We darned three times a sterling flag, the broken bottom smin ...)
Yes, we did not give passage to the courts of English shopping floties,
And, it can be seen, there was a wind underson when we were captured Brig Kitobi.
I fought, to pain squeezing Ephesus, but I changed luck,
And froze forever Diego Waldes, Garpuna pinned to the mast.
And in clouds, the face hides his hides the moon, and the splings of the glass are moan,
He thinks: "How stubbornly she was looking for me in the living!
To the bottom dropping away, I remembered her, but there was no power to get out.
How long she gave me for me, she did not forget now.
Lucky jesus from the dead risks, and I do not shine like
And I, the one who called Diego Waldes, I won't recognize the rest! "
And the sky is brighten, and mounted moon; In the wrong shine of dawn
It flashes like a tear, on the table at the window of a silver coin.
The Song Of Diego Valdez by Rudyard Kipling
The God of Fair Beginnings
HATH PROSPERED HERE MY HAND-
The Cargoes of My Lading,
And The Keels of My Command.
For out of Many Ventures
That sailed with hope as high
My Own Have Made The Better Trade
And Admiral Am I.
To Me My King's Much Honour,
To Me My People's Love-
To me thepal of princes
AND POWER ALL PRIDE ABOVE;
To Me The Shouting Cities,
To Me The Mob's Refrain: -
"WHO KNOWS NOT NOBLE VALDEZ,
HATH NEVER HEARD OF SPAIN. "
But i Remember ComradeS-
Old Playmates on New Seas-
WHEN AS WE TEDED ORPIMENT
Among The Savages-
A Thousand Leagues to South'ard
And Thirty Years Removed-
THEY KNEW NOT NOBLE VALDEZ,
But me the knew and loved.
Then They That Found Good Liquor,
THEY DRANK IT NOT ALONE,
And They That Found Fair Plunder,
THEY TOLD US EVERY ONE,
About ur chosen islands
Or Secret Shoals Between,
WHEN, WEARY FROM FAR VOYAGE,
We Gathered to Careen.
There Burned Our Breaming-Fagots
All Pale Along The Shore:
There Rose Our Worn Pavilions-
A SAIL ABOVE AN OAR;
AS Flashed Each Yearning Anchor
Through Mellow Seas Afire,
SO SWIFT OUR Careless Captains
Rowed Each to His Desire.
Where Lay Our Loosened Harness?
Where TURNED OUR NAKED FEET?
Whose Tavern 'Mid The Palm-Trees?
What QUENCHINGS OF WHAT HEAT?
Oh Foundain in the Desert!
Oh Cistern in the Waste!
Oh Bread We Ate in Secret!
OH CUP WE SPILLED IN HASTE!
THE YOUTH NEW-TAUGHT OF LONGING
The Widow Curbed and Wan,
The Goodwife Proud At Season,
And The Maid Aware Of MAN-
All Souls unslaked, Consuming,
Defrauded in DeLays,
Desire Not More Their Quittance
THAN I THOSE FORFEIT DAYS!
I DREAMED TO WAIT MY PLEASURE
UnChanged My Spring Would Bide:
Wherefore, To Wait My Pleasure,
I Put My Spring Aside
Till, First in Face of Fortune,
And Last in Mazed Disdain,
I MADE DIEGO VALDEZ
High Admiral Of Spain.
THEN WALKED NO WIND 'NEATH HEAVEN
NOR SURGE THAT DID NOT AID
I Dared Extreme Occasion,
Nor Ever One Betrayed.
They Wrought A Deeper Treason-
(LED SEAS THAT SERVED MY NEEDS!)
THEY SOLD DIEGO VALDEZ
To Bondage Of Great Deeds.
Their
When will not remain in the wines barrels, even though long before dawn,
Then, smiling to the curses of heaven, with Southwest, comrade faithful,
Tramp-dead, Don Diego Waldes, confidently enters the tavern.
He silently sits down the table by the window and looks at the sea tired,
He thinks: "The moon also boomed when we flew on the rocks,
And it would not be helped by an angel, nor the demon, whenever the roar of the captain:
"You will be to the steering wheel, the dog Valdez!", And I suddenly believed that I would become.
I rushed at the call of unopened lands, was in around the world,
I drank for good luck, but hard, than hop, drunk me the wind of freedom.
We loved the will of the will than brides left somewhere on land.
Not a hell, don't be Diego Waldez, and we sold my souls!
(... We were considered in the southern seas and in the northern people were often located,
We darned three times a sterling flag, the broken bottom smin ...)
Yes, we did not give passage to the courts of English shopping floties,
And, it can be seen, there was a wind underson when we were captured Brig Kitobi.
I fought, to pain squeezing Ephesus, but I changed luck,
And froze forever Diego Waldes, Garpuna pinned to the mast.
And in clouds, the face hides his hides the moon, and the splings of the glass are moan,
He thinks: "How stubbornly she was looking for me in the living!
To the bottom dropping away, I remembered her, but there was no power to get out.
How long she gave me for me, she did not forget now.
Lucky jesus from the dead risks, and I do not shine like
And I, the one who called Diego Waldes, I won't recognize the rest! "
And the sky is brighten, and mounted moon; In the wrong shine of dawn
It flashes like a tear, on the table at the window of a silver coin.
The Song Of Diego Valdez by Rudyard Kipling
The God of Fair Beginnings
HATH PROSPERED HERE MY HAND-
The Cargoes of My Lading,
And The Keels of My Command.
For out of Many Ventures
That sailed with hope as high
My Own Have Made The Better Trade
And Admiral Am I.
To Me My King's Much Honour,
To Me My People's Love-
To me thepal of princes
AND POWER ALL PRIDE ABOVE;
To Me The Shouting Cities,
To Me The Mob's Refrain: -
"WHO KNOWS NOT NOBLE VALDEZ,
HATH NEVER HEARD OF SPAIN. "
But i Remember ComradeS-
Old Playmates on New Seas-
WHEN AS WE TEDED ORPIMENT
Among The Savages-
A Thousand Leagues to South'ard
And Thirty Years Removed-
THEY KNEW NOT NOBLE VALDEZ,
But me the knew and loved.
Then They That Found Good Liquor,
THEY DRANK IT NOT ALONE,
And They That Found Fair Plunder,
THEY TOLD US EVERY ONE,
About ur chosen islands
Or Secret Shoals Between,
WHEN, WEARY FROM FAR VOYAGE,
We Gathered to Careen.
There Burned Our Breaming-Fagots
All Pale Along The Shore:
There Rose Our Worn Pavilions-
A SAIL ABOVE AN OAR;
AS Flashed Each Yearning Anchor
Through Mellow Seas Afire,
SO SWIFT OUR Careless Captains
Rowed Each to His Desire.
Where Lay Our Loosened Harness?
Where TURNED OUR NAKED FEET?
Whose Tavern 'Mid The Palm-Trees?
What QUENCHINGS OF WHAT HEAT?
Oh Foundain in the Desert!
Oh Cistern in the Waste!
Oh Bread We Ate in Secret!
OH CUP WE SPILLED IN HASTE!
THE YOUTH NEW-TAUGHT OF LONGING
The Widow Curbed and Wan,
The Goodwife Proud At Season,
And The Maid Aware Of MAN-
All Souls unslaked, Consuming,
Defrauded in DeLays,
Desire Not More Their Quittance
THAN I THOSE FORFEIT DAYS!
I DREAMED TO WAIT MY PLEASURE
UnChanged My Spring Would Bide:
Wherefore, To Wait My Pleasure,
I Put My Spring Aside
Till, First in Face of Fortune,
And Last in Mazed Disdain,
I MADE DIEGO VALDEZ
High Admiral Of Spain.
THEN WALKED NO WIND 'NEATH HEAVEN
NOR SURGE THAT DID NOT AID
I Dared Extreme Occasion,
Nor Ever One Betrayed.
They Wrought A Deeper Treason-
(LED SEAS THAT SERVED MY NEEDS!)
THEY SOLD DIEGO VALDEZ
To Bondage Of Great Deeds.
Their