Белая хризантема. White chrysanthemum. Танка и хокку (на русском и английском языках)

Людмила Малецкая

Книга «Белая хризантема. White chrysanthemum» – это сборник танка и хокку Людмилы Малецкой. Трехстишия и пятистишия в книге представлены автором на русском языке с переводами на английский. Кратко, но емко автор описывает различные жизненные реальности – дождь и весну, осень и чаепитие, Солнце и ветер… Легко и естественно вместе с автором читатель входит в прекрасный мир красоты, тишины и гармонии.

Stars on the daytime sky

River and clouds

The river has one fun:

Left bank, right bank.

And on the blue sky

Clouds golden float,

Like thoughts of the ages,

Clouds golden float.

Seagulls

Seagulls crying…

Like the sounds of dolphins.

Whistling straight in the sky.

Sun

The summer sun is getting brighter and brighter.

Scarlet sunrise is beautiful.

Fir-tree

On the blue sky

Fir-tree draws with ink.

Her silhouette.

Summer

Summer heat…

Stars sky

Spread its dome.

Fir-tree

I’m alone. Souls command.

A lonely creation —

Fir-tree sparkling in the forest…

Stars

Transparent summer air.

The stars are shining

In the daytime sky.

Rose

The scarlet roses petals

Are so beautiful and easy,

The scarlet roses petals.

Flower

I think about a flower

It doesn’t smell, but

How it burns!

Cat

Velvet coat.

Little paws.

The sweet scratch

The heart touches.

Snow

White snow

Dropped out

On the ground.

Spring

Spring wind

Brought its aroma —

The aroma of coming spring.

Winter

Winter coolness

And the wind howls.

Snowflakes are melting.

City

Noise of the cities.

And flashes of lights.

Walls of the houses

And hearts oil.

Houses

Houses lined up

As a blue fence.

And you can hardly call it beautiful.

Beauty

The beauty of the water lily.

The yellow water lily

And a green leaf.

Cat

Eyes of agate oil,

Look after me quickly.

Nice cats look.

Cup

Yellow cup —

Full bowl.

Forest

Forest path

Leads into the thicket.

And so it snakes!

Rye

The spicas of rye

Turn yellow

In the Sun.

Forget-me-nots

A cubic model

I shall name the creation —

From the blue forget-me-nots

I’ll weave the poem.

Sea

Blue sail

Seen in the distance.

And the sea spreads before it

Its spaces.

Sun

The solar disk burns in the sky.

And the stars on the blue cloth

Flicker even during the day.

Tree

The night tree

Is shrouded

A garland of stars.

Moon

The big Moon

Has risen over the city.

And its silvery light

Is flowing around.

Lamp

The round lamp shines in the dark.

And it seems to me that this

The Moon reflects sunlight.

Rose

Scarlet rose scattered

Her tiny petals.

And they sparkle,

Like flashes of fire.

Loneliness

I am dreaming of you.

And my loneliness

Is endless.

01/12/2011.