Zinaida Gippius
I`ll not go from the door

I'll not go from the door,
Let the night last, let the wind rage.
I'll knock until I fall,
I'll knock until Thou givest answer.

I won't give up, nor step aside,
I'll knock, I'll call Thee without fear:
Give me back the one I love!
Raise her from the ashes!

Return her to her Father's roof,
If she is guilty — grant forgiveness!
Spread Thy purifying cover
Over sinful Russia!

And grant to me, your stubborn slave,
To see her yet among the living.
Open up. While she is in the grave,
I will not leave our Father's door.

The fire in my soul is inextinguishable,
I knock, the door hinges shake.
I call to Thee — oh, hurry!
I shout to Thee — oh, don't delay!

Translated by Simon Karlinsky