Êðàñîòà èçÿùíîãî òåëà
Ïîðàæàåò ñâîåé êðàñîòîé.
Çàñòàâëÿåò îñòàíîâèòüñÿ
È âãëÿäåòüñÿ ïîäðîáíåé â íå¸.
Òåëî, ãðàöèÿ, îáðàìëåíüå…
Áîã êàðòèíó æèâü¸ì íàïèñàë.
Âîëîñ ñâåòëûé, ñ ëîêîíîì áåëûì,
Íà ëèöî íåçàìåòíî óïàë.
Ãîëîñ, ìèìèêà è óëûáêà –
Îñâÿùàåò å¸ ÷åëî,
Ïðåâðàùàÿ ëèöî â èêîíó,
Ñ ïðîðèñîâàííîé êðàñîòîé.
Êðàñîòà âîñêðåøàåò è ãóáèò,
Íàäî ñ íåé îñòîðîæíåå áûòü.
Êòî äîñòîèí å¸, òåõ ïîëþáèò,
Íå äîñòîéíûõ – ìîæåò óáèòü.
Êðàñîòîé âîñõèùàþòñÿ ëþäè,
Îíà ðàäîñòü íåñ¸ò â íàøó æèçíü.
Òîëüêî òå, êòî å¸ èìåþò,
Ìîãóò – ýòî âñ¸ îöåíèòü.
A Hymn to the Beauty
A beauty of elegant body
Amazes with its loveliness.
Forces to stop
And fully to gaze into it.
Body, framing, grace...
God painted a picture alive.
Blond hair, with light lovelock
Quietly fell on the face.
Voice, facial gesture and smile -
Sanctifies its brow,
Turning the face into an icon
With properly painted beauty.
The beauty revives and destroys,
You need to be careful.
It will love who deserves,
Unworthy - can kill.
People admire the beauty,
It brings joy into our life.
Only those who have got it,
Can be grateful for it.
Ïåðåâîä - Ìåëüíèêîâà Åëåíà