# The Sail

Эмиль Шарафутдинов

Из Лермонтова

A lone white sail appears in

The blue haze of the sea!..

What does she seek beyond the rim?

What left she at the quay?..


The billows play - the high wind blows,

The mainmast creaks and leans...

Alas! not happiness she follows

And not from happiness she wings!


The golden sun above her sprawls,

The sky-blue stream beneath...

But, for a storm, she wildly calls,

As though storms brought peace!