Marina Tsvetaeva
Don Juan. 6. And the silk sash is falling...

6

And the silk sash is falling
To his feet — a snake heavenly..
And "someday, when she's underground,
You will calm down" they tell me.

I see my profile, old
And arrogant in brocade white.
And somewhere — guitars — guitars —
And youths in a cloak like the night.

And somebody under mask hiding:
"Recognize!" — "I don't know" — "Recognize!"
And the silk sash is falling
On a square round like paradise.

Translated by Ilya Shambat