You Often Watched Him
F Fyodor Tyutçev
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You often watched him on the high life's level, -
The gaily-selfish or with gloomy sight,
Or full of thoughts, or scatted one and wild,
As poets are - and you've scorned him forever!
- Look at the crescent: like a slim white cloud,
In daily skies, he's almost lost his might,
But a night had come, and, God of holly light,
He, shines, the single, on the sleeping ground!
Bu metin şairin özgün dilinde (Rusça) değil, bir çeviridir.
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