Strange boy, I’ve gone mad at last,
Wednesday, around three!
On my ring finger, a wasp
Stung me angrily.
I accidentally squeezed my grip,
And it died, I think,
But sharper than a spindle’s tip
Was its poisoned sting.
Strange one, is it you I’ll mourn,
And will your smile linger?
Look! How beautifully adorned
Is this ring upon my finger!
Я сошла с ума, о мальчик странный,
В среду, в три часа!
Уколола палец безымянный
Мне звенящая оса.
Я её нечаянно прижала,
И, казалось, умерла она,
Но конец отравленного жала,
Был острей веретена.
О тебе ли я заплачу, странном,
Улыбнется ль мне твоё лицо?
Посмотри! На пальце безымянном
Так красиво гладкое кольцо.
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