I thought, that die tonight for the night,
But, thank God, not! January alive and unharmed,
No wonder over me Your eyes are shining,
And wings stretched stokryly Seraphim.
You, Shtedraya, He reigned in the heart of the sultry,
Alas, zabyvshem sweetness of spring,
And so thoughtfully, reflectively· quietly
Inspired by cloudless dreams…
But it is better to die in the dark without hope,
than to suffer, liking and disliking,
Let eternal sleep forever somknet eyelids,
killing the dream, suffering and You!..
17-18 December 1898
St. Petersburg
