Afanasy Fet
A whisper, timid breathing...

A whisper, timid breathing.
        A nightingale's trill,
The silver and the rocking
        Of a drowsy rill.

Night's light, night's shades,
        Shades without cease,
A series of magic changes
        In a dear face,

In smoky clouds a rose's purple,
        An amber's sheen,
And kissing, and tears,
        And dawn, dawn!..

Translated by Brian Reed