Marina Tsvetaeva
Not for flattering chausibles, frocks of lies...

Not for flattering chausibles, frocks of lies —
I was born in this world with loud voice!

Wide awake — not the night dreams for me!
I don't live, like you, whisperingly!

From you, whisper-whisper, I have —
Lyre, lyre, a swan's curve!

With laurel, with dawn, with winds one
I make merry, I'm not a nun!

And the boy - is fair-haired, is not dumb!
And especially to wrong side it has gone —

From you, whisper-whisper, I have —
Lyre, lyre, a swan's curve!

Heavy, I hear, is woman's role!
I don't know — did not put on the scale!

My product is a gift, not for sale,
But with blueness will run my nail —

From you, scream-and-wheezing, I have —
Lyre, lyre, a swan's curve!

Translated by Ilya Shambat