G.Gubareva, May Be Mirror... - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

May be mirror had turned to be tarnished,
May be haze moisted eyes in one time -
I have noticed once a grey hair,
White as this autumn, so dull sky.
And the wrinkles on face are like shadows
Of the rainy and such foul weather.
But my heart don't believe to this dreary,
Because it knows the secret perpetual.

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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2011/01/25/4494

and bulgarian translation by Krasimir Georgiev:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/02/11/1290