Zinaida Gippius
Pain

I trace the dark with red coal,
With a pointed sting I lick the flesh,
Tightly, tightly, I spin the tourniquet,
Bend and break and knit.

With a string I twist,
Tighten and wet,
With a game awaken,
With a needle pierce.

And I’m so kind,
If I fall in love — I will drain.
As a gentle cobra,
Caressing, will clasp.

And again I will grip and crush,
Turn the screw in tardily,
Gnaw as long as I want.
I am faithful and will not deceive.

You are tired — I will rest,
Go away and wait,
I am loyal, and will get love back,
I will come to you again,
I want to play with you,
Trace you over with red coal.

Translated by Linda Southby