I think
I will smile at last
at family memories and not only

I think
I will not think of you
It is not worth my time, strength, and will

I think
the world is as beautiful as the trees
in full blossom of this May

I think
the whiteness of lilacs, chestnut, rowans
is beauty one may become
if they only want

I smile
slowly, though, at the beautiful world around me

I smile
also to You

(transl. by Annaya Chomczyk)