Sergey Esenin
Here is this happiness — silly...

Here is this happiness — silly —
Windows looking out to the lawn.
The sunset is peaceful, it’s gliding
On the lake like a scarlet-necked swan.

Greetings to you, golden stillness,
The birch, white and svelte as a stork.
Over the roof, a flock of jackdaws
Tends vespers to Lodestar.

Coyly, somewhere in the garden
Right where the guelder rose blooms,
A delicate girl in a white gown —
Chants her delicate tunes.

Grey haze ascends from the pastures;
Little night cold slowly creeps.
Happiness — silly and precious —
The innocent rose of your cheeks

Translated by Maya Jouravel