Sergey Esenin
On heavenly blue course...

On heavenly blue course, a fiery star —
As if ready to char the forests and perish
With them in yellow clouds of honeyed
Smoke, the sun prepares for a rest.
Dreamy night falls. People fall asleep.
Only I torment myself. I wish; I weep...

Among the clouds, the tall evergreens
Breathe-in the sweet smoke; the shy
Mountain-pines climb in-between
Grasping the hill for a glimpse of the sky.

Water splashes, plop, plop, plop,
On the bog, creaks the heron,
And from the clouds, like a drop,
A lone star keeps gazing on.
I would like to, like a rocket,
Zoom into the sky in opaque smoke...

Translated by K. M. W. Klara