Marina Tsvetaeva
I`ll repeat in hour of parting...

I'll repeat in hour of parting
When love comes to end
That I loved, yes that I loved truly
Your masterful hands

And the eyes — somebody isn't
Gifted with a glance! —
Those that answer are demanding
For a look every chance.

You with your thrice-cursed passion —
God sees all, say I!
And demanding a payment for
An accidental sigh.

And I tiredly say, to listen
Hurry not at all!
Why is it that your own soul
Stands across my soul.

And again I'll also tell you:
All the same — hear this! —
Far too young was this my mouth
For your gentle kiss.

Glance is luminous and daring,
Heart — like five year old...
Happy's he who did not meet you
On your road.

Translated by Ilya Shambat