Nikolay Gumilev
She Who Scatters The Stars

You're not always haughty and estranged,
Your desire for me stays unchanged,

Calmly, softly, gently, as in dream,
You, like vision, sometimes come to me.

Braided strand is on your forehead tanned,
I am not allowed to kiss this strand,

Your large eyes are kindled not too soon
By the light of magic crescent moon.

Tender friend of mine, my ruthless foe,
Every step of yours is blessed, as though

You tread on my heart and leave no scars,
When you scatter flowers and bright stars.

I don't know from where you got them,
Only why are you so bright like gem,

And for someone who could be with you,
Nothing's left to love on Earth anew?

Translated by St. Sol

(Nikolay Gumilev`s site)