Stances
By Mikhail Lermontov
I'm not lamenting of the past,
It wasn't sweet to me.
I can't remember anything, at last,
That wasn't a poisoned grief! -
As present - it is full of passion
Miraculous, but is covered all
With the blizzard evil, as in steppe
Covered with snow the old cross! -
The desired answer for my love
I vainly coveted by soul,
And if I'm singing of the one -
- It was the real dream, and only.
I'm used to be alone now,
Even the friend is obstacle to me;
The moments with him, I know,
Would be the waste of time to live.
I'm bored in day, I'm bored at night.
The hope for solace - all is failed;
It's gone forever somewhere far,
As moments of life flee fading. -
I'll go for west, it's light as yet;
And sea will dissipate my grieving.
No one I'll tell - farewell, farewell -
- No one of me will have a pity! ..
May be one time someone will have
A sort of sigh of me - and Providence
Would pay a silent day, perhaps,
For my so longly lasting torments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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