Dreams Poem by Nikolay Stepanovich Gumilyov

By the hut, left by people and heaven,
Where the fence's black remnants are steeping,
The ragged beggar and black old raven,
Were discussing the dreams of the sleeping.

The old bird, with commotion's moans,
Was repeating in hot indecision,
That he had on the tower's stones
The unusual, fabulous visions;

That in flight, full of valor and air,
He, who lost their usual sadness,
Was a swan, snow white, sweet and fair,
And the beggar - a prince of the greatness!

The ugly pauper was helplessly wailing.
Heavy night was descending and reigning.
The old woman, while passing the dwelling,
Was unceasingly crossing and praying.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, May, 2000