My night — I think of you obsessively,
My day — indifferent: let it be!
I turned and smiled at my destiny
That brought me only misery.
The fumes of yesterday are dire,
The flames that burn me will not die,
It seems to me, this blazing fire
Will not become a sunlit sky.
Shall I endure without conceding,
And curse you for not being there?..
You’re far away. You’ll never see me
Imprisoned in my awful snare.
Ночь моя — бред о тебе,
День — равнодушное: пусть!
Я улыбнулась судьбе,
Мне посылающей грусть.
Тяжек вчерашний угар,
Скоро ли я догорю,
Кажется, этот пожар
Не превратится в зарю.
Долго ль мне бится в огне,
Дальнего тайно кляня?..
В страшной моей западне
Ты не увидишь меня.
«Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal / the way you dream, the things you feel. / Deep in your spirit let them rise / akin to stars in crystal skies / that set before the night is blurred: / delight in them and speak no word. How can a heart expression find? / How should another know your ...»
«Be silent, I beg, don’t dare to wake me. / In this criminal and shameful century / Not to live, not to feel – an enviable fate. / Sleep in joy and with greater joy be stone.»
«Russia cannot be known by the mind / Nor measured by the common mile: / Her status is unique, without kind – / Russia can only be believed in.»
«Throughout blue nights / glisten mountains’ eyes, / eyes of death, eyes of fright, / by icy horror paralysed. / Charmed by some spell / till Dawn’s first beams, / in hazy menace they dream, / like all those ancient kings who fell. But let the East begin to shine / and th...»