Anna Akhmatova

• I drink to our ruined house..., by Stanley Kunitz and Max Hayward
  I drink to our ruined house, / to the dolor of my life, / to our loneliness together; / and to you I raise my glass, / to lying lips that have...
• Last Toast, by Andrey Kneller
  I’m drinking to a ruined home, / And to my life in hell, / To us together, yet alone, / And to you too, as well, — / To lies of lips, betrayin...
• Last toast, by Katie Farris and Ilya Kaminsky
  I drink to our ruined house / To the evil of my life / To our loneliness together / And I drink to you — / To the lying lips that have betraye...
• Last Toast, by Rupert Moreton
  To ruined house I drink a toast, / My life of anger too, / To sharing with you lonely post, / And, yes, I drink to you, To lying lips that me b...
• The final toast, by Jenny Wade
  I drink to this ruined home, / To my evil life, / To our mutual loneliness, / And I drink to you — To the lie from the lips that betrayed me, /...
• The Last Toast, by Eric Gillan
  I raise my glass / To ravaged home, / My bitter life, / And lonely days with you. / I drink to you, / To lying lips' betrayal, / To deat...
• The Last Toast , by Judith Hemschemeyer
  I drink to the ruined house, / To the evil of my life, / To our shared loneliness / And I drink to you — / To the lie of lips that betrayed me...
• The Last Toast, by Donald Michael Thomas
  I drink to our demolished house, / To all this wickedness, / To you, our loneliness together, / I raise my glass — And to the dead-cold eyes, /...
• The Last Toast, by Yevgeny Bonver
  I drink to home, that is lost, / To evil life of mine, / To loneness in which we’re both, / And to your future, fine, — To lips by which I was ...

in italian

Anna Achmatova (italiano)

• Ultimo brindisi, Michele Colucci
  Bevo a una casa distrutta, / alla mia vita sciagurata, / a solitudini vissute in due / e bevo anche a te: / all’inganno di labbra che tradiron...

in portuguese

Anna Akhmátova (português)

• Último Brinde, Rubens Figueiredo
  Bebo ao lar em pedaços, / À minha vida feroz, / À solidão dos abraços / E a ti, num brinde, ergo a voz… Ao lábio que me traiu, / Aos mortos q...