S.Marshak, Back Translation Of Translated Shakespeare, Son.76 Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Alas, my verse seems to be not new now,
And doesn't have variety of changing.
More easier to search the other path,
The other methods and the other combinations?

I'm repeating all the previous achievements,
And all my old cloths I'm putting on.
And it seems, that the every word can nearly
Call me by name in all my verse.

That all because I'm going again,
Again to solve the only one problem:
I'm writing poems about you all days,
And wasting just the same heart's power.

And just the same is sun above my head...
But it's not new one in the world, as well.