How painful to think about the happiness of bygone,
irretrievable, bright but once,
What cold foggy eternity wing
took, He took no return.
This happiness promised me effeminate Lel,
This happiness promised me the summer.
ABOUT, deceptive voice! melodious trill!
You sing and do not ask for an answer!
I loved and love, never tire of love.
I still will pray.
You, beautiful, can the poet forget
And its beauty fun.
And when your songs will flow away
restlessly, deceptive oath,
I remember, both cried while cranes
Above the darkening autumn harvest.
23 September 1898
St. Petersburg
