Alexander Blok
The pain appeared to be relentless...

The pain appeared to be relentless:
The night was burning low outside;
She wrung her arms like she was senseless,
And they would shimmer in the light.
The meaningless life, nearly ending,
Continued to torture and scold;
As thought a ghost that was ascending,
The day revealed the domes of gold;
The passersby seemed few at first,
But now their footsteps multiplied;
And in gray puddles, rings dispersed,
As drops of rain fell from the sky;
The morning lingered and dissolved...
My burdens clouded everything;
And sadly, nothing was resolved
By the deluge of tears in spring.

Translated by Andrey Kneller