A Song of the Final Meeting, by Rupert Moreton Breast so helpless succumbing to chilling, /
But with feather-tread airy I paced. /
Struggling, frozen left mitten contriving /
On right-hand di...
Song of a Last Encounter, by Robert Chandler I walked without dragging my feet /
but felt heavy at heart and frightened; /
and I pulled onto my left hand /
the glove that belonged to the ri...
Song of our last meeting, by John Woodsworth My breast was chilled through, oh so helpless, /
But my steps were still very light. /
I picked up the glove for the left hand /
And put it b...
Song of the final meeting, by Andrey Kneller How helplessly chilled was my chest, yet /
My footsteps were nimble and light. /
The glove that belonged on my left hand /
I unconsciously put o...
Song Of The Last Meeting, by Donald Michael Thomas My breast grew cold and numb, /
But my feet were light. /
On to my right hand I fumbled /
The glove to my left hand.
It seemed that there were ...
Song of the Last Meeting, by A. S. Kline My heart was chilled and numb, /
But my feet were light. /
I fumbled the glove for my left hand /
Onto my right.
It seemed there were many step...
The Song of the Final Meeting, by Lyn Coffin My breast was bound with a cold band, /
And still my steps were light. /
The glove intended for my left hand, /
I put on my right.
At the thoug...
The Song of the Last Meeting, by Judith Hemschemeyer Then helplessly my breast grew cold, /
But my steps were light. /
I pulled the glove for my left hand /
Onto my right.
There seemed to be many ...
in spanish
Anna Ajmátova (español)
La cancion de la ultima cita, Jorge Bustamante García Se enfriaba, desvalido, mi pecho, /
pero eran ligeros mis pasos. /
Me puse en la mano derecha /
el guante de la mano izquierda.
¡Me pareció que...
in italian
Anna Achmatova (italiano)
Il canto dell`ultimo incontro, Michele Colucci Così smarrito gelava il petto, /
ma andavo con passi leggeri. /
Infilai nella mano destra /
il guanto della sinistra.
Parevano tanti i gradini,...
in turkish
Anna Ahmatova (türkçe)
On buluşmanin şarkisi, Kanşaubiy Miziev, Ahmet Necdet Kalp çâresiz soğuyup gitse de, /
Ayaklarım taşıyordu beni. /
Sağ elime giydim nedense, /
Sol elimdeki eldiveni.
Çok sanmıştım basamağın sayısı,...
in finnish
Anna Ahmatova (suomi)
Laulu viimeisestä kohtaamisesta, Marja-Leena Mikkola Suojaton sydän kylmeni, /
mutta kevein askelin lähdin. /
Vasemman käden hansikkaan /
vedin oikeaan käteeni.
Portaita näytti riittävän, /
vaik...