Zinaida Gippius
Song

My window is high o'er the earthly spaces,
O'er the earthly spaces;
I behold but the sky with evening's red traces,
With evening's red traces.

And the gaze of the sky is so faded and dreary,
So faded and dreary;
No pity it has for the heart that is weary,
For my heart that is weary.

Alas, by a frenzied dismay I am riven,
I am riven;
I know not the thing whereto
I am driven, I am driven.

Nor whence is the wish that I bow myself under;
I bow myself under;
But my heart is desiring and craving a wonder,
A wonder.

O may it be aught that life never offers,
That life [never offers;
Unto me 'tis a wonder the sky wanly proffers,
That it proffers.

But tearless I weep for the vow that is broken,
For the vow that is broken.
The thing that I seek is no earth-given token,
No earth-given token.

Translated by Paul Selver