Не туман белеет в темной роще,Ходит

Не туман белеет в темной роще,
Ходит в темной роще богоматерь,
По зеленым взгорьям, по долинам
Собирает к ночи божьи травы.

Только вечер им остался сроку,
Да и то уж солнце на исходе:
Застят ели черной хвоей запад,
Золотой иконостас заката...

Уж в долинах сыро, пали тени,
Уж луга синеют, пали росы,
Пахнет под росою медуница,
Золотой венец по роще светит.

Как туман, бела ее одежда,
Голубые очи точно звезды,
Соберет она цветы и травы
И снесет их к божьему престолу.

Скоро ночь - им только ночь осталась,
А наутро срежут их косами,
А не срежут - солнце сгубит зноем.
Так и скажет сыну богоматерь:

'Погляди, возлюбленное чадо,
Как земля цвела и красовалась!
Да недолог век земным утехам:
В мире Смерть, она и Жизнью правит'.

Но Христос ей молвит: 'Мать! не солнце,
Только землю тьма ночная кроет:
Смерть не семя губит, а срезает
Лишь цветы от семени земного.

И земное семя не иссякнет.
Скосит Смерть - Любовь опять посеет.
Радуйся, Любимая! Ты будешь
Утешаться до скончанья века!'

Результаты (английский) 1:

Do not fog turn white in the dark Grove,Walks in a dark Grove of Virgin,In the green hills, in the valleysCollects the night God's grass.But even they stayed dateYes and then the Sun at the end:Zastât black spruce needles WestThe Golden iconostasis sunset ...In the valleys of the damp shadows, PaliToo blue meadows, Pali dewSmells like dew under Pulmonaria,Golden Crown on Grove shines.As a mist, Bela her clothes,Blue eyes exactly starsShe would gather flowers and herbsAnd carry them to God's throne.Soon night-only night,And in the morning will their braids,Rather than the Sun will sgubit heat.And tell the son of the Virgin:' Look, a beloved child,As the Earth blossomed and flaunted!Yes shortlived 21 earthly pleasures:In the world of death, she Lives ruled by '.But Christ she speaks: ' mother! not the Sun,Only the land of darkness night involves:Death is not the seed of ruining and cutsOnly flowers from seed of Earth.And the earthly seed does not run dry.Skosit Death-love again sows.Rejoice, Beloved! Thou shaltTake comfort to skončan′â century! '

Результаты (английский) 2:

No fog is white in a dark grove,
walks in a dark grove of Our Lady,
on the green plateaus, the valleys
Collects the night God's herb. Only the night they stayed deadline And that too at the end of the sun: Stagnation black spruce needles west golden sunset iconostasis .. . Already in the valleys of damp fallen shadow Oh meadows are blue, fallen dew smells under the dew lungwort, golden crown on grove shines. As mist, white her clothes, blue eyes exactly the stars will gather her flowers and herbs and will carry them to the throne of God . Soon the night - they only overnight stay, A morning will cut off their braids, and not srezhut - sun ruined by the heat. So says the son of the Virgin: 'Look, beloved child, As the earth blossomed and sported! Yes not long age earthly pleasures: In the world of Death she and enforce the rules. " But Christ she said: 'Mother! not the sun, the earth only conceals dark night: Death is not the seed destroys and cuts only the flowers from the seed of the earth. And the earth seed does not dry up. The bevels Death - Love again sow. Rejoice, My favorite! You will be consoled before the end of the world! '

Результаты (английский) 3:

no fog белеет dark grovewalking in the dark field, the mother of god,on the green взгорьям, valleycollects the night"s grass.only the night they stay timeyes, the sun is up.застят black spruce needles.the gold medals.the valleys of the damp shadowsif grasslands are turning blue, the dewsmell under n., sokolova lungwort.the golden spike on the spot light.as the fog, white clothes,blue eyes are starsshe will bring flowers and grassand fly them to god"s throne.soon, night is the only night stay.and then cut their braids.not in the morning sun сгубит зноем.the son of the mother of god and say:"look, возлюбленное child.as earth has bloomed and красовалась!short century: you are playingin the world of death and life rules".but christ she says: "mother! do not the sunonly the earth dark night covers:death is not the seed throwing and cuttingthe only flowers from seed.and your seed will not deteriorate.set the death - love again appear.be happy, my love! you will bethe reflection to скончанья century! "