Marina Tsvetaeva
Wolf

Then a friendship, now a duty.
Brother wolf, God be with you!
Our friendship is now dying:
I'm not gift but debt for you.

Disturb a verst with a verst,
Send a verst into a verst!
I have petted on a fur —
And I have been missing angst!

I'm not making you a villain —
Not your guilt, it is my sin:
With my insatiability
I am feeding everyone!

To go after you with silicon
Fire in forest — thus judged Lord —
Girls are jealous of just one thing:
That the paws would not grow cold.

To hold — I won't move a finger:
Finger — not pole, great is wood.
Take away with you your gray spots,
Brother fang, be with you God!

Fare thee well, I won't remember
In my dreams, you, O gray hide!
To believe in the wolf's grayness
One more idiot you will find.

Translated by Ilya Shambat