Alexander Blok
To boring, tedious noise and ringing...

To boring, tedious noise and ringing
And to the city empty fuss,
Relaxed at heart, now I"m leaving
Into he drizzle, void and dusk.

I cut the fibber of my senses,
My whereabouts I forget...
I see the snow, trams, buildings, fences
With lights and darkness up ahead.

And what if I, bewitched, enchanted,
My conscience thread beyond retrieve,
Come home disgraced and broken-hearted, —
Will you be able to forgive?

You are my leading light, my wizard,
You know the target, I presume,
Will you forgive my storms and blizzards,
My trash, my poetry and gloom?

Or, p'rhaps , you'd better, not forgiving,
Awake the bells upon the dome,
So that the slash at night, misleading,
Might not seclude me from my home?

Translated by Alec Vagapov