No letter came for me today:
Did he forget or go away thereafter,
The spring is like a trill of silver laughter
The boats are bobbing in the bay.
No letter came for me today…
He was with me not very long ago,
So much in love, so gentle and all mine,
But that was still the white of wintertime,
Now spring is here, with poison in its woe
He was with me not very long ago…
I hear: the fiddle bow is trembling and light,
It beats, it beats as if from deathly ache,
And I’m afraid now that my heart will break
And leave unfinished tender lines I write…
Сегодня мне письма не принесли:
Забыл он написать или уехал;
Весна как трель серебряного смеха,
Качаются в заливе корабли.
Сегодня мне письма не принесли…
Он был со мной еще совсем недавно,
Такой влюбленный, ласковый и мой,
Но это было белою зимой,
Теперь весна, и грусть весны отравна,
Он был со мной еще совсем недавно…
Я слышу: легкий трепетный смычок,
Как от предсмертной боли, бьется, бьется,
И страшно мне, что сердце разорвется,
Не допишу я этих нежных строк…
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