Believe me, dear, you are more than fame to me,
Or should I say, I'm bored with inspiration :
For it impedes me, with its stir and agitation,
To take the air of love in silence and be free!
I give my heart to our cordial relation:
Disperse my dreams, my dear friend,
Caress me, do caress me, and
Subdue the muse and the rebellious affection!
О, верь: ты, нежная, дороже славы мне.
Скажу ль? мне иногда докучно вдохновенье:
Мешает мне его волненье
Дышать любовью в тишине!
Я сердце предаю сердечному союзу:
Приди, мечты мои рассей,
Ласкай, ласкай меня, о друг души моей!
И покори себе бунтующую музу.
«Nothing chains a heart to heart, / If you’d like to leave. / Many joys will life impart / On the one who’s free. I don’t cry, complain or pout, / Mine is not a life of bliss. / Do not kiss me, all worn out, — / Death will come to kiss. Bitter languor has been weathered / With...»
«Here we’re all drunkards and whores, / Joylessly stuck together! / On the walls, birds and flowers / Pine for the clouds and air. The smoke from your black pipe / Makes strange vapours rise. / The skirt I wear is tight, / Revealing my slim thighs. Windows tightly closed: / Who’s ...»
«...And no-one came to meet me / Carrying a lantern. / The house quiet: my entry / By moonlight uncertain. Under the green lamp, / His smile was lifeless, / Whispering: "Cinderella, / How strange your voice..." Flames of the fire dying: / Wearily, cricket chirping. / Ah! Someone’s...»
«My imagination, obediently, / Conceives grey eyes. / In Tver, in my solitude, / It’s you I bitterly remember. Happily captive in another’s arms, / On the left bank of the Neva, / My famed contemporary, / You have all that you desired; You who told me: Enough, / Go now, quench you...»