Alexander Blok
We`ll be buried and modest grave mounds...

We'll be buried and modest grave mounds
Will be soon overgrown with grass,
Nothing but the remote vague sounds
Of the rains there above 'll bother us.

No questions, no answers, we got 'em,
And awaken from lazy grave dream
We're aware, if 'tis quiet, then it's autumn,
And if 'noisy, it means that it's Spring.

Nice that slumbery sounds above
Are deprived of delight and ennui,
That with torture of parting or love,
In the tomb, we have nothing to do.

So we can concentrate here at leisure
And, perhaps, tell apart, in the grave,
Good from evil, and anguish from pleasure,
And respectable life from depraved.

Translated by Vladimir Gurvich