The old man
by Alaxander Sergeevich Pushkin
Alas, I'm not the passionate lover,
Whom all the high court did surpise.
My spring and summer hot had now
Passed ever, and without sign.
Amur - the god of youth! As best
I followed you with faith and served.
If I am born again, I guess,
Would I be such a servant, though!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Purgina for this is a fine peice of poem. I invite you to read my poem. Yours Gajanan Mishra