У врат обители святой
By gates of an abode, blessed,
Стоял просящий подаянья
A man stood, asking for donation,
Бедняк иссохший, чуть живой
A beggar, cruelly oppressed
От глада, жажды и страданья.
By hunger, thirst and deprivation.
Куска лишь хлеба он просил,
He asked just for a piece of bread,
И взор являл живую муку,
And all his looks were full of anguish,
И кто-то камень положил
And was a cold stone laid
В его протянутую руку.
Into his stretched arm, thin and languished.
Так я молил твоей любви
Thus I prayed vainly for your love,
С слезами горькими, с тоскою;
With bitter tears, pine and fervor,
Так чувства лучшие мои
Thus my best senses, that have thrived,
Обмануты навек тобою!
Were victimized by you forever!