Sergey Esenin
Farewell, my friend, and take it easy...

Farewell, my friend, and take it easy.
You are in my heart, my dear. Our odd
But predestined parting and the autumn’s withering
Promise the reunion afterward.

Farewell, my friend, no words, no crying
Don’t be sad, and, please, don’t wrinkle your brows.
There is nothing new — when one’s life ends with dying.
But and life itself is not a novelty, of course.

Translated by Alex Sitnitsky