Alexander Blok
Venice

1.

And with her only I sailed to ocean,
And with her only I left the shore,
And with her only I was far away,
And with her only I forgot my relatives...

Oh, the red sail
In the green distance!
The black bugles,
On the dark shawl twinkling!

And he is going from a gloomy lunch,
With no any blood in heart...
Chrystos, who was tired his cross to carry.

To my Adriatic love —
My last love —
Farewell, farewell!

Translated by Lyudmila Purgina