A.Blok, I'M Foreseeing You... - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

I'm foreseeing You. The years are passing by -
But in one shape I'm foreseeing You.
All the horizon's flamed - it's pure, but
I'm waiting, - grieving, loving You.

All the horizon's flamed, and Your occurence near,
But I'm scared: if you change Your image,
And I'm in full suspect unclear,
If You would change your ordinary features.

Oh, how I should fall - so sorrowful, so low,
Without a triumph on deadly dreaming!
So clear is horizon! Radiance's near.
But I'm scared: if You change your image.