Чистый nonsense (сборник). Эдвард Лир

поток,

      Издав фон-танный крик;

      Там парусник чего-то ждал,

      Был розов он и сер;

      Комар забрался на него,

      И Муха-жик подсел.

      Отплыли и достичь смогли

      Равнин Громбульянской земли;

      Досель играют в крае том

      То ль в воланболл, то ль в волантонн.

      The Jumblies

I

      They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,

      In a Sieve they went to sea;

      In spite of all their friends could say,

      On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,

      In a Sieve they went to sea!

      And when the Sieve turned round and round,

      And everyone cried, ‘You'll all be drowned!’

      They called aloud, ‘Our Sieve ain't big,

      But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!

      In a Sieve we'll go to sea!’

      Far and few, far and few,

      Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

      And they went to sea in a Sieve.

II

      They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,

      In a Sieve they sailed so fast,

      With only a beautiful pea-green veil

      Tied with a riband by way of a sail,

      To a small tobacco-pipe mast;

      And everyone said, who saw them go,

      ‘O won't they be soon upset, you know!

      For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,

      And happen what may, it's extremely wrong

      In a Sieve to sail so fast!’

      Far and few, far and few,

      Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

      And they went to sea in a Sieve.

III

      The water it soon came in, it did,

      The water it soon came in;

      So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet

      In a pinky paper all folded neat,

      And they fastened it down with a pin.

      And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,

      And each of them said, ‘How wise we are!

      Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,

      Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,

      While round in our Sieve we spin!’

      Far and few, far and few,

      Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

      And they went to sea in a Sieve.

IV

      And all night long they sailed away;

      And when the sun went down,

      They whistled and warbled a moony song

      To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,

      In the shade of the mountains brown.

      ‘O Timballo! How happy we are,

      When we live in a Sieve and a crockery-jar,

      And all night long in the moonlight pale,

      We sail away with a pea-green sail,

      In the shade of the mountains brown!’

      Far and few, far and few,

      Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

      And they went to sea in a Sieve.

V

      They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,

      To a land all covered with trees,

      And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,

      And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,

      And a hive of silvery Bees.

      And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,

      And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,

      And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,

      And no end of Stilton Cheese.

      Far and few, far and few,

      Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

      And they went to sea in a Sieve.

VI

      And in twenty years they all came back,

      In twenty years or more,

      And everyone said, ‘How tall they've grown!

      For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,

      And the hills of the Chankly Bore.’

      And they drank their health, and gave them a feast

      Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;

      And everyone said, ‘If we only live,

      We too will go to sea in a Sieve, —

      To the hills of the Chankly Bore!’

      Far and few, far and few,

      Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

      And they went to sea in a Sieve.

      Джамбли

I

      Поплыли они в Решете, о да,

      В Решете по морским волнам;

      И сколь бы друзья ни судили их,

      Кинжалящий зимний ветер не стих —

      В Решете по морским волнам!

      Когда Решето закружила вода,

      Вослед им неслось: «Пропадёте! Куда!»

      «Кораблик мал, – моряки в ответ, —

      Только нам плевать, нам и горя нет! —

      В Решете по морским волнам!»

      Есть земля, искони

      Джамбли – жители той земли;

      Зелены