Anna Akhmatova
Crucifix

Do not cry about me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.

I

This greatist hour was hallowed and thandered
By angel's choirs; fire melted sky.
He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned...?"
And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry..."

II

Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.
Piter sank into the stone trance...
Only there, where Mother stood alone,
None has dared cast a single glance.

Translated by Tanya Karshtedt