You were most charming, most loyal, most bright,
Don’t curse me, so cruel and so stern!
Like the song of the gypsies, my train is in flight,
Like the days that will never return...
And all that we loved — went by us, went by us...
Our future is hard to perceive...
With blessing, impressive and wholesome and pious,
With lasting forgiveness... forgive!
Была ты всех ярче, верней и прелестней,
Не кляни же меня, не кляни!
Мой поезд летит, как цыганская песня,
Как те невозвратные дни...
Что было любимо — всё мимо, мимо,
Впереди — неизвестность пути...
Благословенно, неизгладимо,
Невозвратимо... прости!
«But I tell you that there are not / The years, that I for empty hold, / The ways, without a goal set, / The messages that nothing had. / There’re not the worlds, I ever lost, / The gifts, I gave without good thoughts, / There’s not a love that’s a mistake, / That is deceived, tha...»
«Don’t even try your looking back / At this gloom dark, at this gloom ice; / There someone waits on your feet’s track, / You can’t stop answering his eyes. / Today I looked back and… at once / I see: he looks at me, my friend, / With his alive eyes from the ice — / My single o...»
«I still have a hope to come back to my life / Just having waked up at the morn, good enough, — / At early, light one — all in crystal-clear dew — / Where boughs are set in the brilliant hue, / Where lakes of sundew in the thickets lie spread, / Reflecting the cloud’s alacritous ...»
«In the name of the word that, my dear, / Is best one and single for us, / Again fall in love with me here, / And tell me all this and — at once. Beware! You could loose the right moment! / So, call for, not looking at past, / The proud and happiest load / Of my love’s unusual thrust...»