Even if the hearts are mixed together,
I'll never be your boundary then,
From you recoiling, as a night meadow
Runs far away from the house threshold.
Oh, such a horror - walk as woman!
The sense of that procession's known
By the transformed in its dark way -
Light melody of Earth, last tone...
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The other translation is
by Evgeniya Sarkisyants
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/05/17/1590
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem