Alexander Blok
Foreseeing you, as years are passing by...

Foreseeing you, as years are passing by —
Your image is unchanged in my perception.
I cannot bear the lucid, blazing sky,
And so I wait — in love and in dejection.
The sky is blazing, — you will soon appear,
But how I fear: You image will be changed,
And the suspicion you’ll evoke will be austere,
Your features will appear to me as strange.
How I’ll collapse — so low and so morose,
Defeated by the fatal dream, deranged!
How lucid is the sky! The radiance is close.
But how I fear: your image will be changed.

Translated by Andrey Kneller