Written in 1827.
A wave-kissed land is known to me
Where sea in isolation splashes;
The sun emits its clouded flashes
Upon the scorched and barren lea;
There are no oaks – the steppe is empty.
It creeps alone above the sea.
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Я знаю край: там на брега
Уединенно море плещет;
Безоблачно там солнце блещет
На опаленные луга;
Дубрав не видно – степь нагая
Над морем стелется одна.
Translation by Rupert Moreton
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