Dmitry Merezhkovsky
Nirvana

As in the day of first creation,
The azure skies are calm again,
As though the world knew not privation,
As though the heart knew naught of pain;
For love and fame my craving passes;
'Mid silence of the fields at morn
I breathe, as breathe these very grasses...
O'er days agone, and days unborn
I would not chafe, nor reckoning squander.
This only do I feel once more:
What gladness - ne'er again to ponder,
What bliss - to know all yearning o'er. 

Translated by Paul Selver