Я пришел к тебе с приветом... - пер. А. Фета

I have come to you with welcome,
To say you, that sun has raised up,
That it has with hot light spreaded
Over the trembling leaves of forest;

To say you, that forest also
Has woke up, and in a whole,
With the every little bough,
Will the every wing of a bird;

To say you, that with a spring thirst,
As in me, again, as yesterday,
I have come to you with happiness,
And to be your slave I am ready;

To say, that from everywhere
Joy is blowing its influence,
With what song, I'm unaware,
But it's growing ripe, I'm sure.

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