On a dark shore waters of the carotid,
Where we had our conversation,
Do not eh, so making a long turn,
Carry-filled bowl?
Call the last feast
Haughty son of Semele,
Eros, a friend of our lire,
Lord of the gods and mortals,
Let the fun will come running,
Waving briskly gremushkoy,
And we laugh from the heart
For full frothy mug.
Let the playful crowd
Our family will fly the Muse;
They were the first cup round,
Friends! us their sacred bond;
Until the early morning star,
Before the quiet dawn rays
Do not go out of the hands of a poet
Fiala fraternal succession;
The last time my tsevnitsu,
Dreams sweet singer
Against the enthusiastic chest.
At last, tormented gently
I do not remember eternity, and friends;
Last time on the breast of snow
Upyus delight young days!
When will the east get rich
In the darkness of Lucifer young
And the white poplar will be brilliant,
Covered with morning dew,
Bring a bunch of Anacreon,
He was my teacher,
And I'll go through one
On the sad shore of Acheron.
Forgive me, dear friends,
Give a hand, good-bye!
And give, give promise
When ever ukroyus I
My fulfill his will.
Come, my dear Singer,
Bacchus and Temir glorified.
You give to me laziness and lyre,
Yes, Muse will be on you! ..
You will not forget our friendship,
About Leo, windy sage!
Take a deep bowl with my
Withered myrtle wreath!
Friends! I leave you a heart
And the memory of past days, red,
Bound happy laziness
On a bed of poppies, and Lily;
My poems give to oblivion
The last gasp of my friends, to her! ..
On a quiet holiday burial
I shall invite you;
Gaiety, a friend of solitude,
Tickets will carry ...
Drain the frisky crowd,
Chapters in wreaths, hand to hand,
And even in the tomb, where the singer
Disappear in the groves of Helicon,
Write your quick tool:
"Here sleeps the young man, sage,
Pet neg and Apollo ».