Poem “There is no sun, but the ponds are bright…” by Ivan Bunin in English with English and Russian side by side

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Translation of the poem “There is no sun, but the ponds are bright…” by Ivan Bunin in English with English and Russian side by side

In the park by Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin - 1897

Иван Алексеевич Бунин — «Нет солнца, но свeтлы пруды…»	There is no sun, but the ponds are bright…

	Translated by Akirill.com Dec 17, 2023

Нет солнца, но светлы пруды,	There is no sun, but the ponds are bright,
Стоят зеркалами литыми,	They stand like cast mirrors,
И чаши недвижной воды	And bowls of motionless water
Совсем бы казались пустыми,	They would seem completely empty,
Но в них отразились сады.	But they reflect the gardens.

Вот капля, как шляпка гвоздя,	Here is a drop, like the head of a nail,
Упала — и, сотнями игол	Fell – and, like hundreds of needles
Затоны прудов бороздя,	Furrowing the backwaters of ponds,
Сверкающий ливень запрыгал —	Shining the rain started jumping –
И сад зашумел от дождя.	And the garden rustled with rain.

И ветер, играя листвой,	And the wind, playing with the leaves,
Смешал молодые берёзки,	Mixed the young birch trees,
И солнечный луч, как живой,	And the sunbeam, as if alive,
Зажёг задрожавшие блёстки,	It lit trembling sparkles
А лужи налил синевой.	And filled the puddles with blue.

Вон радуга… Весело жить	There’s a rainbow… It’s fun to live
И весело думать о небе,	And it’s fun to think about the sky
О солнце, о зреющем хлебе	About the sun, about ripening bread
И счастьем простым дорожить:	And To cherish simple happiness:

С открытой бродить головой,	Wander around with your head uncovered,
Глядеть, как рассыпали дети	Look at how the children scattered
В беседке песок золотой…	There is golden sand in the gazebo…
Иного нет счастья на свете.	There is no other happiness in the world.

1901

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